 That might be the end of the road. I think that is absolutely the end of the road. Let's at least look around here. We couldn't find any oak trees to search under, but we did have some luck looking under some conifers. Oh, yeah. Look at that. There we go. That's a chanterelle, for sure. Nah, not really, we eventually agreed. I hung my head, came home, and called my chef friend, Miriam Donaldson.