Day three of “One Bird Feeds Two Women for Five Days”. The woods have been too dry to gather chanterelles, but yesterday we were blessed with a good soaking rain. This morning dawned clear and beautiful, so we headed into the woods and managed to find a handful of golden chanterelles. We tossed them into the pot with our two chicken thighs, along with some peeled summer tomatoes, and thyme snipped from the balcony. When the chicken was fork-tender, we napped the braised thighs with heavy cream—chicken cacciatore (for those mushrooms we “caught”).