So picking up a couple of bits and bobs for dinner tonight (spaghetti amatriciana for the Prick, and a big warm bowl of boscaiola for Mrs Prick, presently en route home from parts north) at the local Harris Farms, I saw packages of fresh just-flown-in-from-France morel mushrooms. Not cheap, but hey, fresh morels!
Two thoughts come to mind: One, it’s amazing how far Sydney food culture has come in ten years. When I landed here in 2001, I was fortunate enough to live (albeit in a tiny bedsit under a nursing home) in Woollahra, and could if I saved my pennies pick up a bit of nice cheese at Jones the Grocer or Simon Johnson. But the local Coles? Forget it – it was like going back to the 1950s, in a bad way. Fast forward to 2012, and our local supermarkets now flog roquefort cheese, duck breasts, and salmon roe.
But secondly, and down to business now, were I to pick up some morels, what would I do with them? Risotto? An awesome accompaniment to a great piece of beef? Thoughts, suggestions and tips welcome in comments.