they searched in all the secret places
hinted at
whispered
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.
—
“life is too short to stuff a mushroom.”
-shirley conran
-shirley conran
I didn't have my glasses on.... 
Tasty, too.
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Mm hmmm
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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! 🙂
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My daughter was cooking them last night)
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Yay, for handing down the cooking duties to daughters and sons!! 😉
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Yum Yum Yummy too!
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Mmmmm
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Beautiful. Morels are elusive.
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They are –
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…and thankfully, no morel dilemma involved as one says to another “There’s a fungus among us”
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😺
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And then they proclaimed: There’s a fungus among us!
Thanks for the tale, Beth.
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ah, yes )
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Love morels! You’re taking me back to my Michigan roots, Beth.
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they are such a special treat )
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Lol
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isn’t it always that way?)
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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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i don’t think we’ve ever actually found them before –
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We always had to soak them for a few minutes to get any bugs out of them, then Dad breaded and sauteed them.
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Yummmm
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🙂 My dad loved them. Me? Not so much.
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It’s an acquired taste!
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cute post and I’m sure it is good for some but bad for others. LOL
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yes, definitely a matter of taste )
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Is this a Michigander thing? I think time spent stuffing a mushroom is almost as valuable as time spent stuffing a mushroom in my mouth.
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I think it is regional and I love mushrooms- can’t tell if you do or not?
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I love mushrooms, for sure. I had some in a quesadilla today and it was maravilloso!
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Is this post by chance autobiographical? 🙂 This exact same chain of events happened to me last year, actually — 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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Thanks , they were discovered at my daughter’s house when I was visiting)
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Sometimes we search and search, and what we need, is right there, in front of us.
Even mushrooms, although I will never spend the time to stuff one! 🙂
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spot on.
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I loved this, and off I go to check under the trees. 🙂
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Fingers crossed)
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So you hunt mushrooms, Beth? I remember my Grandpa (great-Aunt Helen’s brother 🙂 ) 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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these were at my daughter’s house. it’a a big thing here –
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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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Yes, they are always very special and secret places )
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Had a delicious meal of them on the weekend. Oh so very good!!!
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🍷
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