Me and my friend Brun where out in the woods searching for golden chanterelles yesterday. It was such a great autumn day.  First, we rode our bicycles out to Nacka nature reserve. No luck there though, so we continued out to Älta, where I scored some records and a Sartre book (La Nausée) at a flea market. I love when it’s obvious that you are the first person to go through a crate of records at a private estate flea market: All the good stuff is still there!

In the end, we didn’t find that many chanterelles. Allthough more than are depicted here:

The few we found, however, tasted heavenly fried in butter with some salt and pepper.

And oh boy, there were lots and lots of lingonberries to be found (we didn’t pick any though)

…and blueberries. Yum!

Brun.