There is a regular cult of morel mushroom hunters and I'm one. When temperatures start to rise in the spring and reach 90 degrees; some of us come down with morel fever. It happens every years as we get the uncontrollable urge to wonder out into the woods. Last year I went out several times and only got a few along with a case of poison ivy!
This year the morel crop was unbelievable! My brother is the "morel scout" and he gave me a call and said: "they are here!" He was right! Linda and I went out and we got about 10 pounds worth. We breaded quite a few up and froze them and now we're serving them with our breakfasts. Guests love them!
.JPG) |
| An Oft's B & B Breakfast Special; Morels, bacon and eggs. |
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