Found this while cutting grass this afternoon. I almost fell off the mower when I saw it. I won’t be eating it though (I'd much rather give it a chance to spread its spores than to take it to study). I wouldn’t know a real morel in the wild from a false one, even if it jumped up and introduced itself to me. If it happened to be a real morel, it would be pretty divine sautéed lightly with butter. If it turned out to be a false morel…I’d be an ex-outreach coordinator for having eaten it. You know, it feels a little bit like brie...or an eyeball.
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I remembers going morel hunting with some friends who had a farm/woods. I think we ate some afterwards, but I don't really recall what they tasted like.
That said remember it being a lot of tromping through the woods for a rather small quantity of fungi.
Wow, you've been mushroom hunting? That's something I really want to do. I have heard that yes, it is a whole lot o' tromping around the woods for a very small return. But since I've never had to do the tromping...
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