Saturday I came upon the biggest patch of morels I've ever found and did so earlier than I've ever found them, all on the same day. Not a bad day, I'd have to say.
Two and a half pounds of morels. Yeah, it was a pretty good day.
Cooking time: Fiddle heads (top), morels and steak (bottom).
This unusually warm spring has produced many a strange thing. Some of them are bad, such as earlier than normal lawn mowing. Some of them are great like the early spring-time arrival of the feverishly sought-after morel mushroom. While I have a nagging feeling that we're going to pay for this unseasonable weather in the long run, it's lovely to enjoy it all at this moment.
This meal was not only tasty, it all came from our farm. What an amazing and wonderful thing it is to be able to produce a meal with these types of delicacies from your own little piece of ground. I think I'll stay here.
Two and a half pounds of morels. Yeah, it was a pretty good day.
Cooking time: Fiddle heads (top), morels and steak (bottom).
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