We had excellent porcini gathering this year—we discovered a new foraging location which is apparently overlooked by others. So we were faced with the delightful problem of what to do with so many mushrooms. We dried a lot, ate a lot fresh and still had more.
My husband found a recipe for pickled porcini. I was dubious and encouraged him to make a half-batch, just in case it was no good.
The process was strange—he sliced and salted the mushrooms, patted them dry, boiled them in vinegar, partially dehydrated them, and then packed them in a jar with a flavourful marinade to age.
They looked revolting.
Yesterday we tried them.
I’m not too proud to say I was wrong—totally wrong.
They are amazing—chewy, tangy, and bursting with intense mushroom flavour.
We cut them small and sprinkled them on a potato pesto pizza where they positively sparkled. I can’t wait to try them in all sorts of dishes, or simply slapped whole onto a cracker.
My only regret is that I convinced my husband to make a half-batch.