Chanterelle picking in Sweden

I have had a wonderful holiday in Sweden. This time I spent just over three weeks there which was great. Apart from seeing my family a lot I had time to meet up with old friends and my cousin and her children. I even went to the forest picking chanterelles with my dad twice. Here he's on his way into the wilderness :-)

The blueberries were large, juicy and... blue. Perfect when you're feeling peckish in the bush.

Do you understand why I don't feel like paying £2.99 for a teeny weeny little packet of tasteless blueberries in Sainsbury's when you can find much tastier ones in the wild for free. It's a shame we don't have that many forests in London.

My dad has a chanterelle place where he goes every year. I have no idea how he remembers where to go but he recognises a branch here and a ditch there. We were in luck both days we were out and found "gold".

My mother is a fabulous cook. She turned the chanterelles into divine stew which she put on white bread, topped them with some cheese and then put them in the oven. (Red pepper on top is really not necessary. I guess my mother wanted a bit of colour, bless her).

It was heavenly!

By the way, the spellchecker on here doesn't know what a chanterelle is. It suggests Cinderella!