I usually wait until there's been a lot of rain before looking for mushrooms, but this year I went out early and bingo! I got both porcinis (king boletus) and chantrelles. It was a rainy afternoon, getting dark in the woods. The chantrelles were beautiful golden/orange, just pushing up through the oak leaves. When I find them I usually get on my knees and do a Buddhist-type bow to the mushrooms and the earth that produced them. Yeah, I know — flaky — but it feels right. Was soaking wet and exhilarated when I got home, been having mushroom omelettes and the other night chantrelle linguini, tonight I'm going to try a new chantrelle soup recipe. I love the fact that they're wild and free.