Thursday, May 04, 2006

On the hunt

At this time of year, it seems that everybody has a story about finding great quantities of morels, the delectable and ephemeral mushrooms growing wild in woods and forests.

This is not one of them.

My wife, who loves morels, has hunted mushrooms for years -- almost exclusively on her parents' farm in western Illinois. She was thrilled when we received an invitation to hunt in this area.Yours truly, a suburbanite who has hunted approximately twice, accompanied her late Wednesday afternoon.

In deference to the landowner, I will not divulge the site. However, it is a beautiful location with has a history of being prime territory for morels.

That was not the case for us. During our abbreviated hunt -- we had to get back to town for other commitments -- we found about seven morels. They were all in one general area.

I'm sure that were roughly several million morels out there, just hiding from us -- and probably laughing at us. Perhaps if we stayed longer, we would have found them all.

Still, we harvested enough for a delicious morels-and-eggs breakfast. And that made the hunt worthwhile.

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