But Ohio is not Michigan. And in the 70 years that have passed, I think the climate has not been kind to morels. But still, every year, hope springs eternal and with it at least a few of these wonderful mushrooms, among nature's greatest gifts.
April 26 - this one sprouted last night
I'm holding the same morel in my hand for scale
I found this mushroom this morning. We had a warm night (it dipped only to 62°) but recent days have been fairly dry. Even so, the forest floor is damp and that means conditions are perfect.
The season began strangely enough on April 15 ...
The same mushrooms in the shot above
Yesterday, I found these ...
Isn't this a strange one ... bulbous on the top and a beautiful shade of tan-yellow.
Mushrooms often grow at odd angles due to coming up beneath forest debris. It seems to never stop them ... they just lean to the side and grow skyward just the same. Like all adversity challenged, they gain character.
A morel's folds and pockets are particularly appealing to me and also serve as a sure-identity. There are "false morels", of course, but I find them rare and easy to spot. A true morel has this distinctive look and it also has an unmistakable scent.
And now, time for lunch.
Sliced lengthwise after washing
Dipped in an egg wash, breaded with corn meal, fried in butter and vegetable oil
Perfectly browned, plated and ready to eat
A wonderful year. Enough of the big sponge to make a memorable meal for Mom and I. Though there weren't that many, those that I found were delicious.