Spring is the prime time of year when the wild mushrooms known as morels are shooting up in one more example of Mother Nature’s urging, beckoning, tantalizing and delivering magic. And though we are now past that month there are dried versions that can still be very nice.
When the cold mantle of winter is loosening her wintry shawl and the mountain snows melt and roll in an aqueous push the forests drink and hiccup. What arrives in one form is the mysterious fungus called morel mushrooms. This is one mushroom that man has not been able to cultivate. To possess them we are forced to hunt … forage and hope. I love that. It makes the eating so much more of a sanctified reward.
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