As the colder weather returns and the rain falls, the mushrooms appear across the woodland floor leaving sots of colour amongst the fallen leaves. Our mountain is not one covered in pine and eucalyptus, we're lucky to have native oak trees growing in the valley. The oak brings the change of the season to life as the leaves turn a wonderful bright yellow and mushrooms start to spring up underneath. Walks in the hills become a quest to identify the mushrooms. I can spot them, but not identify them. You need an expert guide like José Pais from Villa Chanca to tell you what is tasty and what will kill you! José organises walks in the Penela and Castanheira de Pera districts. His walks end with a tasting menu of the edible mushrooms the group picked and it's well worth doing one of his walks to learn more. Here are two I know are edible. The parasol mushroom (below) grows extensively around here in late October. The walks behind our house across the fields in Pera are full
St. Martinho or St. Martin of Tours, became the first non- martyr saint to receive official church worship and became one of the most popular saints in medieval Europe. (Source wikipedia). His feast day is 11 November, deep into autumn and the chestnut season. In Portugal, as it's chestnut season 'Magustos'are celebrated in St. Martinho's name. A magusto is a group of friends and/or family who get together and bake and eat chestnuts. We have our village magusto at the weekend. Meanwhile at home I've been celebrating the chestnut instead of the saint. This 'celebration' involves collecting the chestnut harvest, splitting, cooking and shelling hundreds of these shiny brown chestnuts. Well, there's not much else to do on a wet Monday in these hills. Now I've got a bowl full of chestnuts I'm looking for recipes. Here's what I've tried so far: Chestnut cake. Made by using blitzed chestnuts instead of regular flo