We had seen some Morel mushrooms at the auction last Friday and the neighbors had said there were some in the woods, but neither of us had ever gone hunting for them. I decided to try to find some and Ken said he would go along. We found a website that told us likely places to find them but instead of mushrooms we found lots and lots of trillium, wild phlox, wild columbine, some amazing little red things that looked like tiny fairy horns pointing straight up, and whole fields of those crazy big leaves that were hiding a beautiful yellow flower under them.
I knew that if we found even one mushroom, Ken would be the one to spot it, and sure enough, about an hour and a half into our walk, he found one under some other greenery that nearly covered the ground. We got excited enough to try for another half an hour but found only the one. We took it next door to make sure it was a Morel, which they confirmed. They said they hunt them but don't eat them considering the flavor to resemble the odor of rotting trees. We cooked it and liked it a lot.
