Over the past few weeks I have spent quite a little time searching for morels. As always seems to happen I started off being grateful any time I found a single small mushroom - as the season progressed I got more spoiled and began thinking of small solitary mushrooms as more of a nuisance and was more grateful when I found bigger mushrooms in pairs or triplets. Before coming back to NY (where there don't seem to be morels even though the climate is virtually the same) I went out and found 103 mushrooms in a patch the size of my living room and in another place there were a dozen or so nice big ones along a row of trees. This afternoon we will eat the shoe box full I brought out here and then be required to do without until next spring when the hunt will continue.
Come Listen to a Tale - September 2017
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