morels
Steve and I went hunting for morel mushrooms this afternoon. I have no idea if it’s popular to do this in any other state, but I married into morel culture. It’s just like finding lucky pennies, except they look like little brains. We took the tip of a morel master and went to a specific spot of land just past Dexter. We couldn’t find any, so we called the morel master, and he drove out to meet us in the rain wearing his yellow rain costume. He pointed out all but two of the morels we brought home — he let us pick them even though he’d found them. This may be because yesterday he found 400 of them. We ate them tonight for dinner with omelettes and asparagus. It’s fun to eat them, but it is so much more fun to hunt for them. I just wish I could train my dogs to sniff them out.
