I went out hunting mushrooms, a spore-t even I could succeed at.
Kidding--I just stumbled across them by happy accident. (Literally stumbled across them, in one case.)
I hate regular mushrooms. They taste like a 50s horror movie. Still, I must admit that finding edible ones in the wild made my interest ... well ... mushroom a bit. And who doesn't want to have a little fun-gus in their life?
So, at my wife's urging (okay, she made me), I tried one. She fried it up, with a little butter, much the way I like everything cooked except for chocolate. (I like my chocolate covered with a nice thick layer of more chocolate.)
It tasted like pork. I'm not kidding. Unlike mushrooms I've tried in the past, which taste much like unripe raw rubber, these are much Morel tasty. (Now I'm wondering what raw rubber really tastes like.) It's not a food I'd want every day, but it just goes to show you ... sometimes it's worth giving something new a try.
Before you ask, I was assured by the property owner that if I identified where I found these Morels, I'd end up pushing them up myself.
Kidding--I just stumbled across them by happy accident. (Literally stumbled across them, in one case.)
I hate regular mushrooms. They taste like a 50s horror movie. Still, I must admit that finding edible ones in the wild made my interest ... well ... mushroom a bit. And who doesn't want to have a little fun-gus in their life?
So, at my wife's urging (okay, she made me), I tried one. She fried it up, with a little butter, much the way I like everything cooked except for chocolate. (I like my chocolate covered with a nice thick layer of more chocolate.)
It tasted like pork. I'm not kidding. Unlike mushrooms I've tried in the past, which taste much like unripe raw rubber, these are much Morel tasty. (Now I'm wondering what raw rubber really tastes like.) It's not a food I'd want every day, but it just goes to show you ... sometimes it's worth giving something new a try.
Before you ask, I was assured by the property owner that if I identified where I found these Morels, I'd end up pushing them up myself.
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Don't tell ...
My back yard.
I was delayed in getting the lawn mower around for the season, and when I finally did -- there they were, almost two dozen of them. I promised my wife I wouldn't tell, but as I said, I did some research into it. We have no idea how they ended up there, but the chances of seeing them again anytime soon are pretty slim, at least in a town lawn.
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