It looks like someone threw a hand grenade wrapped in lard into my kitchen, but I have reduced my mountain of chanterelles by half.
Spent the day making karbonade, Stroganov, and moussaka. Walter and I ate the karbonade, and most of the rest is in the freezer.
The mousakka is in the oven for another hour.
Tomorrow I will make sausage and mushroom meatballs and some chowder with chanterelles. Then it will be time for another walk in the woods.
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