The morel season has just reached its end here, but my friend's son a few days ago found more morels than he could carry. I was told that they feasted for two days on the harvest. They live higher up on the escarpment than I do -- my area just to the east has been finished, I think, for about a week.
The photo shows the lunch I made of the last of the wild leeks and morels. The eggs come from Willow Lane Farm in Mansfield -- they have a little roadside vegetable and egg stand. All very local food.
I especially miss the wild leeks. Maybe part of the pleasure we get from these wild foods is how very seasonal they are and that we need to actively look for them.
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