Here’s what H and I did this afternoon:
Today’s hunt was a heckuva lot different than other hunts I’ve been on–where I’d find a few, then walk half a mile, find a few more, walk again, etc. I’d come out with a couple dozen in my bag and feel like I’d gotten a secret treasure.
It’s always possible to wear yourself out walking in the search for morels, but I never knew it was possible to wear yourself out stooping to pick them, and–there’s another–oh, there’s three more, oh, crap, I need a picking strategy!
We actually had to go back for more bags, after filling the big mesh 25lb. onion bag, two smaller mesh bags, and one of my Flying Tomato bags I was using as a purse of sorts. H went back to empty all the bags and left me with the two little mesh ones. By the time he got back, I’d filled those two bags, and made a number of morel piles.
We’re distributing a few to friends and family, and I’m looking to cut a deal with R-Pizza, so they can serve a morel pie (watch for it!), but I’ve got to go back tomorrow because we didn’t get back into town ’til the dinner rush had started.
In my view, morels can’t be sold to strangers–so these will stay in the family (biological and of the informally-adopted gypsy variety) and hopefully with friends who make the best pizza on the planet.
After that, I’m getting my dehydrators going with all their trays. And kinda wondering when the next flush will be…
Did you want to see those beauties again? Of course you did!