Where: Kirchbach, Austria
When: 26th September 2009
Who: Edoardo, Filippo, Mum, Dad
Type: picking up mushrooms
How long: 8 hours
When we were kids it was tradition to go one or two times around September to pick up mushrooms with all the family. We used to leave early on Saturday morning and drive up in the middle of Austria in a couple of secret places that we knew from our uncle where we always found tons of mushrooms. We then spent the evening there eating huge wienerschnitzel and mixed grills. I can remember that one time we all came back with very high fever, and once when I went alone with daddy and we slept in a Gasthof . It was really the best time for me, even though I have never eaten mushrooms.
Well, this time when we went back home for a weekend and my dad had the great idea (clearly initially not supported by Stella out of principle…;) to do it once again, al least 15 years after the last time we did it. So we left early on Saturday morning and we went to a new secret spot in Austria not too far from the border, but which turned out to be a secret shared already by slightly too many people to still be able to call it as such. We found enough mushrooms for a few risottos, but staying together was, as always, awesome, with enough funny staff that happened to laugh for a whole week.
