It may have been opening day of spring turkey season, but earlier this evening I went out stalking an entirely different sort of prey—and I didn't even have to dress head to toe in camo to do it.
Edible wild mushrooms in our part of Missouri are a gift, not a given. In order for them to pop up, we need that perfect and often elusive combination of wet ground, warm air, sunshine, and luck, along with a sprinkling of what can only be magic. A stormy weekend (that gave us two much appreciated inches of rain) followed by a beautiful and blustery day in the upper 60s had my morel mushroom senses on full alert.
Since there is already magic involved (with the foraging process, not the mushrooms themselves), I've found that a little superstition can be a big help. I usually catch my biggest game if I head out to hunt in our treasured morel spot when 1) I'm in a hurry and really should be doing something else, 2) have no French bread in the freezer and not enough time before dinner to bake some (to sop up all that scrumptious, buttery juice), and 3) am not armed with a plastic bag or—god forbid—a specially designated mushroom carrying basket. A basket can jinx everything. Wearing a second shirt that can double as a knapsack, however, is okay.
Today everything obviously worked like a charm. And thanks to all the mouthwatering serving suggestions you so generously offered up last year when I wrote about morels, I have plenty of ideas about how I want to savor this bounty. The only question now is whether to cook it up tonight or save it until tomorrow when there will be time to make bread.
Fortunately, I think there's enough to do both.
Previous posts about wild mushrooms:
9/18/06: Wild Mushroom or Miniature Alien Spaceship Crash Site?
5/26/08: Foraging and Finding Morels (Not Today)
9/11/08: A Very Local Dinner Starring Wild Chanterelle Mushrooms
11/13/08: A Wild Mushroom Feast for Your Eyes Only
© 2009 FarmgirlFare.com, the wild for mushrooms foodie farm blog where, depending on the weather, these cherished morels may be the only score of the season or just the very beginning. Only time will tell. What we do know for sure is that the grass is growing, the peepers are peeping, the wet weather creek is flowing, and the wild turkeys are very nervous. Spring has definitely sprung!