But you don’t need a commercial dehydrator, and you don’t need to live in the land of eternal sunshine either – though wouldn’t that be nice! In our house back in France, drying ingredients was a seasonal affair. Every autumn, wooden boxes lined with newspaper would appear in the boiler room, perched on the top of the boiler, and gradually be filled with our harvest of mushrooms. The boiler room was always the warmest part of the house. Not surprisingly, our dogs soon realized this and selected it as their winter bedroom – sensible creatures! That memory makes me smile as it is so fresh in my mind.