If you've read
Lord of the Rings, you may have picked up on the fact that hobbits absolutely love mushrooms. I suspect they'd choose mushrooms over a chocolate cake any day. If I'm remembering correctly, early on in the first book, Frodo and company are given a basket of mushrooms to carry on their journey like blueberry muffins.
I don't have as much of a vibrant passion for mushrooms as hobbits do. I think, more than anything, I
want to like mushrooms more than I actually do. For the sake of the hobbits, you know. I
am enough of a mushroom fan, however, to know that mushrooms cooked just right are absolute bliss.
When I came home from class today, I was absolutely starving. I had a late breakfast, which, after sitting through class and running off to some tiny, hidden used bookstore to fetch a book I need for a class tomorrow, meant that I would be having lunch around three o'clock. Which meant, of course, that I was starving. I wasn't sure what I wanted until I remembered that my mom had given me the leftover mushrooms from the
Quick Chicken Fricassee. Then I knew. Oh, I tried to play coy by Googling mushroom recipes, but I knew deep down that I already had the perfect recipe saved.
As it turns out, it was more than perfect. It was absolutely heavenly.
Mushroom haters, get thee back! (Or get thee to a nunnery. You choose.)