living in the woods and making stuff

We didn’t find too many morels this year. They were either hiding, not there, or one of the two. But some of the ones that we did find made their way into the skillet. With a lot of butter.

It is always fun to watch as they brown, delicately crispy.

And they shrink! A lot.

We ate them with sourdough toast (bread batch number two, much lighter and fluffier) and butter.

The finished product, on the new table.