A few weeks ago I got the urge to hunt morels. People were posting pictures on Facebook left and right, raving about their delicious, meaty un-meat meals. I wanted to find a morel. A few friends wanted to go disc golfing at a local course a few days later, and one had seen morels on his last trip there.
I was going to find a morel.
While they played, I tromped through the woods, determined to find some glorious mushrooms. Let's be honest, I had no idea what I was doing. (Something about looking for dead trees, I think?) Needless to say, I wound up with mosquito bites, and no mushrooms.
I joined back up with my group and shortly after, my friend Molly spotted a morel, in plain view, directly off a path near a fairway. It was kind of like a scene from a movie where a beam of light lands on a treasure chest- just a mushroom popping out of the green in plain view of anyone who'd walk by.
We investigated the area with our group of five and scrounged up over twenty mushrooms! Behold:
We looked around through the rest of walk, but only found one more mushroom. At the end of it all, we split the morels two ways (one of our friends already had a bunch at home that needed to be eaten) between two couples. Mark and I cooked them up with butter and garlic. OMG. One of the best things I've ever eaten. I get it. I get the hunt (for vegetarians!), the scarcity... the free (delicious!) food!! I think our morel season is over now, but I'm anxious to try again next year!