A new family tradition

We had so much fun mushroom hunting last year, we decided we would do it every fall. We drove out to the Mt. Hood National Forest and took a walk in the woods (a long walk) looking for mushrooms. It was a slow start--once we got about 3 miles in on a logging road, we found a box for a 40" TV, but no mushrooms. It was raining and I was determined to come home with more than wet pant legs, so we kept going, even though Aoife refused to walk in her rain boots (the only shoes we had for her), but at last we found some! We got about a basket full. That night I cooked up some delicious chanterelle and chicken sauce over pasta. It was good, but the hunt was the best part!