they searched in all the secret places
hinted at
looking carefully
for the elusive morel
only to return home
empty handed
and took a walk
into their own backyard
where they found them
by the fence
under the trees
waiting quietly
for their return
and discovery.
β€œlife is too short to stuff a mushroom.”
-shirley conran

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  1. I used to have a good friend who would cook these up with wild onions in butter. The aroma was a little “wild” and pungent. . . but the flavor was scrumptious! This was a sweet memory remembered. Thanks, Beth! πŸ™‚

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  3. This brings back memories. Every spring, our dad dragged us to a friend’s woods, gave us a sack, and expected morels. Sometimes, we found them. Sometimes, we had to stop to buy button muchsrooms on the way home:)

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  4. Is this post by chance autobiographical? πŸ™‚ This exact same chain of events happened to me last year, actually β€” and now the neighbors think I’m crazy because I’ve spent hours closely inspecting the mulch in my garden, lol. Wonderful little poem!

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  5. So you hunt mushrooms, Beth? I remember my Grandpa (great-Aunt Helen’s brother πŸ™‚ ) bringing back morels and frying them up in butter. Didn’t appeal to me as a kid, but bet I’d love them now.

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  6. As a young adult I moved into a rural area, very rural. I was shocked at the love for mushrooms (though I came to love them as well) and the lengths people went to protect their known sacred mushroom grounds.

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