a long, not so rewarding hunt
April 24, 2010
So why can’t I find them? Skye and I tromped through the woods, searching this morning, and found two little morels. Argh.
They are sitting in my fridge, soaking in salt water, to be fried in butter later, and eaten on toast, or some such thing.
Why can’t we find the patches, and bring in a load like usual? I am beginning to wonder if I have lost my morel vision. Or maybe they are taking their time, waiting until the perfectly prescribed moment to pop up. Regardless of whether or not I am around.
I guess that I just have to keep at it.