Sunday morning, 10am-ish. I scrunched my eyes open, saw the time. Huh. Don’t normally wake up this late. I had things I wanted to do, I knew. Took a few heartbeats before I remembered – potluck lunch.

So up I got, showered and laundered and got to work in the kitchen. Ripped stems off mushrooms, slathered butter onto the caps and laid them in rows, gills up, on a baking tray.