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Sunday 21 November 2010

French fungal delights


Mushrooms in profusion yesterday at a Saturday morning street market in Lyon, France. I was there for a conference, and just had a short time to walk through the market. I wish now I'd taken more photos, as the local produce was heaped up in profusion. But my colleague and I were pretending that we were residents, out shopping for ingredients for the gourmet meal we were going to cook later. Snapping away with the camera would have ruined our disguise.

10 comments:

Mark Willis said...

Linda, those mushrooms look gorgeous! And the sad thing is that in France a sight like that is not unusual, whereas we probably couldn't muster that many Chanterelles if we put together all the ones in the UK! During the Summer I visited one of my daughters who lives in Ferney-Voltaire, France, and the market there is just "out of this world" -- a true Foodie heaven.

L. D. said...

Oh they would taste so great. I have never seen so many on a street market site.

黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

Looks cook to go in the pan...

Jo said...

They look delicious, I hope you brought some home.

June said...

I love that you were incognito. Ah, beautiful France!

Some of my happiest days with my brother have been spent mushrooming. I love to see those bountiful heaps!

Thanks for sharing, Linda!

Kelli said...

Looks interesting, wonder what they taste like? Imagine they're great.

Elettra said...

Hello Linda, in my country the yellow mushrooms are called "chicken feet"

June said...

Linda! Just saw your note about the pastry pockets. Make sure to ask your parents to bring TWO; it works easiest to have one for the top crust and bottom crust. They are challenging to find even in the States. If they don't have any luck, let your friend at Four Green Acres know. I'd be happy to help some find their way to you. Hugs across the pond...

donna said...

They look good enough to eat:)

donna

Lisa said...

My sister and I were scolded for taking photos at a French market. Nothing like being yelled at by a cheesemonger.