Weekend Pursuits
Our friends have a bit of land in south western Wisconsin where every couple of years we join them in their annual morel mushroom hunt. Even though I am a native Wisconsinite, I was unaware of the nirvana that is fresh sauteed morel mushrooms in butter and a little garlic until adulthood. My nine year old just told me that if anyone asks her what morels taste like she's going to say, "Morelly." And I also just discovered that like fire flies, they are a basically Midwestern phenomenon. It's nice to do something out in the woods that still retains some local flavor in this global world we live in.
For more pictures check out The Great Morel Home Page where a suitably phallic fungus pops up and down at you endlessly. And challenge yourself by counting how many you can find in this picture as well. My hubby took this on Saturday. Enjoy. We are!
3 comments:
I count six. Do I get a prize?
Yeah, I'll get right on that. I'm sure Stewart's enjoying his book. Oh, wait, it's still sitting here on my desk, mmmm.
But at least you get, "I'm seriously impressed, Anne! You're ready to join us out in the woods."
I'm not sure if I want to join you in the woods. The last people ever hear of me might be some grainy, shaky video footage of me whimpering in some abandoned Wisconsin farmhouse. I know how you people work. ;-)
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