Again, I must apologise for this long gap in my mighty blog.

First things first. I went to my house/ cottage and hold and behold! there they were, muschrooms! Right on my lawn. Right the same way as every year with the exeption of me being on time to pick them. They are called Coprinus comatus. Right so, did I say “comatus” as in coma??? Funny isn’t it! Let me get straight to this – I have never tasted better mushroom sauce in my life! And I made it! The best part is I am still alive. That, in fact, means, that those mushrooms indeed were edible :). I know some mushrooms we have here, and we have a lot. Most common ones are not to be seared on pan just like that “coma” mushrooms or boletus. Instead most are for marinating for winter. I love those too but I don’t marinate them myself. It’s pretty exhausting work to clean them up in the first place as you always bring some spruce or pine needles or even spiders and other creepy crawlers in with the mushrooms. Luckily we have some enthusiasts scavengers that pick the mushrooms for some fair money so you in fact can order what you want and they will go foraging. Or, the other way around the foragers go to forest, clean stuff up and in the morning advertise in Facebook. I bought some sea salmon like that, or other fish some time ago. Real salmon, real fats, real taste, not the orange-pinkish thing they grow in farms. Let me tell you: once you try real fish, wild one, you will never like the farmed ones. Yes, that’s the sad reality of being in small country with cleanest nature :), we get spoiled early on. I am pretty sure I have written about our foods earlier too, but repeating is the key to success, right. In addition to clean (I mean as clean as our seas are…. that’s another question with not the best real answer….) real fish we also eat real butter, real meats, and more and more people now refuse bying the cage-kept chickens eggs. Wheat and other crops are local and one of the best things people say we have is black bread. It’s pretty commong around here, extremely tasty but probably we have inborn taste for it. Maybe for foreigners it is strange as our meat in jelly :). Whenever someone goes for longer period to live in foreign country there are the unwritten rules for everyone visiting a fellow countrypeople. One must  take black bread, our herb liquor and canned sardines or herring with you as a gift. Let me tell you the bread and the herring tastest exquisite in London or Paris after tons of croissants and beans! I have witnessed half a kilo loaf disappear within half an hour!!!

So for now on I will keep you updated better. I promise. I have some notes that I need to write down now and stop embarassing myself with this lazyness…. or whatever it’s called. 

I shall try to make a chapter every week, even if it’s short and maybe not much of an interesting topic or outcome.

Stay tuned!

XOXOX