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05/05/2003 Archived Entry: "MESS OF MORELS"

MESS OF MORELS

I wish I'd taken advantage of lessons in morel hunting when I had the chance. If there are avid morel hunters around here now, I don't know who they are. Well, Tom Eblen but he doens't live here. I know I'm missing out on a lot by not being out tramping around in secret morel haunts loading up on those elusive, musky-tasting, honeycombed members of the genus Morchella. It makes me salivate just thinking about them. I suspect they may be lurking in my backyard, as they once did.

The last time we had a batch large enough to fill to the brim our family of five was about forty years ago. Emil Prochaska brought us a grocery sack full and we ate everyone of them. I remember that day well.

I suppose it is never too late to learn. There must be a lot of existenialist, assymmetrical and by-themselves people out there hunting morels, who could teach me, if I could only figure out who they are. Now is the season.

Replies: 2 comments

Peg, It is the code of the west for morel hunters not to tell anyone about these tasty fungi. But I will make an exception for you.

Posted by Luke W. Seitz @ 05/06/2003 12:36 PM CST

Peg, These edible fungi are around. But those of us who do hunt the elusive morel do not want to give out any information of their whereabouts. But for you I will make an exception.

Posted by Luke W. Seitz @ 05/06/2003 10:31 AM CST