I used to pick these in the woods of Poland when I was a teenager and never valued them as much as now.  I was thinking about it when we walked in Forest of Dean last weekend and I happened to find a few common mushrooms, remembering how we used to pick them with mum and dad. I would wish dad will be strong enough again to go mushroom picking, for now I ordered my pack of girolles from Ocado and made a pasta dish this evening, that surprised us both, Florek and me, with how good it was. First of all, girolles and lots of black pepper = taste buds go wild. I chopped them alongside 2 shallots and panfried them quickly, adding a generous handful of cooked and peeled broad beans,  some chicken stock and cooked it down a notch. Fusili in, I think next time maybe orecchiette, lots of parmesan and a drizzle of truffle oil.  A few rocket leaves.  I have to say the broad beans, as much as I love them as a snack- just cooked in a salty water- did not bring anything to the dish, apart from a bit of colour. I’m now thinking about a ravioli filling that would include these yellow beauties.  Yum.