This bunch of Morels "popped" sometime in the last 24 hours near the stump of an Elm that was cut down two years ago. The thrill of the hunt has me in its grip and I find myself wandering off into the woods a couple of times each day. Once I've spied a morel I crouch and pivot around 360 degrees until I'm sure I've spotted every single one in the area. Squinting hard helps. So does a cloudy day. I find that shallots are the perfect complement (most people use ramps, which are abundant now). Shallots, butter, wine, morels..on toast or pasta. What could be more perfect.
May 8, 2009
The darling spores of May
This bunch of Morels "popped" sometime in the last 24 hours near the stump of an Elm that was cut down two years ago. The thrill of the hunt has me in its grip and I find myself wandering off into the woods a couple of times each day. Once I've spied a morel I crouch and pivot around 360 degrees until I'm sure I've spotted every single one in the area. Squinting hard helps. So does a cloudy day. I find that shallots are the perfect complement (most people use ramps, which are abundant now). Shallots, butter, wine, morels..on toast or pasta. What could be more perfect.
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