It’s easy to feel stuck where I live. It’s a small town with deep roots. I know everyone here (that’s an exaggeration, but it’s true that I can rarely go to the store, to an event, to the movies, you name it and not run into a few people I know or my family knows). Sometimes I wish we lived somewhere with lots of museums and community activities every week. I wish there were more than a handful of good restaurants and lots of different, quirky, unique things to do on the weekends.
But most of the time, I’m really happy living here. When I look at where we live and what we get to do, it makes me happy and makes me feel lucky.
There’s a pretty small window here for morels (morels are the point of this post, i’m getting to it, I promise). They pop up in the Spring, after it has rained, but only if it’s been pretty warm also.
They’re completely camouflaged and hard to find. But even harder to find if you don’t have a spot. Here’s some advice to you morel-hunting novices: if you see someone post a picture of all their mushrooms, don’t ask where they went to get them. But if you do, expect a very general answer.
Morel spots, like huckleberry spots, are sacred and secret.
We packed up the kids and decided we would go on a shroom hunt. Adventures are always more fun with friends.
We got a little sidetracked which is easy to do when you’re on such a beautiful adventure.
We found cool wood pieces, a creek, lots of interesting leaves, animal bones, tiny bugs and we felt like really brave pioneers or something. Pioneers of the forest. Forest pioneers.
But let’s talk about the mushrooms, okay? We scored.
I know, I know. If you are from this area and are mushroom hunters yourselves, you might be saying, “Ha! I could do that with my eyes closed!” Which, I mean, maybe you could. Newsflash: mushroom hunting while also being forest pioneers with 7 small children in tow is no easy task which is why we couldn’t have been happier with our haul.
We celebrated by making gnocchi with mushroom cream sauce and steak (or chicken) with sautéed shrooms.
Let me repeat that: CREAM SAUCE. Oh, it’s a gift from the heavens. And since I like you, here’s the recipe: