So, I visited my usual stall for some vegetables - I didn't need too much, because I hadn't gone through all of the greens from last week's over-enthusiastic visit. Then, I decided that I needed something warm, and wandered over to one of the little coffee carts for a long black. (Soymilk in Germany? Yeah, right!) I was standing in the little tent, warming my hands on my cup, and staring across the way at a stall with the most beautiful artichokes. They came from France, and cost a small fortune, so I didn't buy one. But these mushrooms, despite costing a small fortune, were local... so I got sucked in.
I think they're King Boletes (Ceps, Porcini, whatever) as they're pretty huge but the caps aren't yet open and the flesh was incredibly firm. I really loved the texture, actually. I fried them up with some spring onion and garlic, using a nice splash of olive oil, and the requisite salt and pepper. Delicious!
I serve it on top of freshly made Turkish bread, which I also bought at this morning's market. I love this bread - it's chewy and addictive. That's probably the reason why I finshed off half of the loaf by slathering it with harissa (still burning my face on every bite and loving it!) or dipping it in olive oil.