Engaging in a purely spring activity is a pure delight after our seemingly endless winter and morel hunting must surely be one of the most delightful. Finding the morels is good, but getting out into the back country to look for them is even better.
I began finding them last week and have been going out every few days. Yesterday was very productive... a new 'hot spot' where I'd never found them before. I am glad of that because areas where in previous years I could expect them, I found nothing. Another trip today -- on my bicycle and in a drizzling rain -- also produced nothing. Not to be regretted -- the outing was great.
Yesterday's mushrooms (I took only three of the perhaps twelve) were sauteed in butter, then cooked with eggs (from a neighbour's hens) and then eaten with wild leeks, or ramps.
