It's a peasanty kind of meal, even if you're out of bread and Marie Antoinette orders you to eat brioche.
It was a simple matter of food on hand. What to do, how to eat?
Well, naturally you cut and sautee the mushrooms (crimini and trumpet). With a shallot, yas? Then you drizzle in some cream and stir lovingly, until you can no longer wait: you add a glug of rum (because there is no sherry in the house, and the rum works surprisingly well).
Just toast and mushrooms, really, but so damn fancy. The flavors, the rustic presentation, a collision of sensations.
I was going to say something about maybe winter's not so bad... But it's still fall.