Escape to the forest. Successful

I was tired of lying on a hospital bed, and I decided to run away. Where can we escape in our country? Of course, in the forest. More precisely, first to the garden, and then to the forest. The mushroom season is in full swing, although rains are very rare. Unfortunately, this has affected the butter. Happens a lot, but mostly dry. Collected from the strength of one jar for salting. But pleased with the redheads. I never picked them up with buckets.

Now it remains only to process and think about what to do with them. They can be salted, baked and fried. So there is room for a culinary fantasy. The truth itself is mushrooms yet to turn out, but there can come the same time when it will be possible to remove restrictions in food.
Well, if it does not work out, it does not matter. I like to pick mushrooms and like to cook them. And the taste of the dish will be appreciated by the wife. Usually she likes. I hope the cooked me she will appreciate.