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The wonder of my little 20 acres never ceases to amaze me.

It's Easter Sunday and finding these is definitely better than finding Easter eggs. These are Morels - totally edible and fantastically good, and available ONLY for those who are willing to go hunt them down and find them during a very particular time of the year. And trust me when I say, it's definitely a hunt.

They're picky. They only grown in a specific set of circumstances, and they don't come up every year. It has to be the right level of moisture, temperature, sunlight, nutrition in the soil. Last year, I found two. This year, there are over two dozen.

These are the first of the year, and the conditions of the past week have been really close to perfect for them, so I was hoping to see a lot more by the end of this week. But it's supposed to freeze here on Tuesday, so if I don't harvest these this afternoon or tomorrow morning, there won't be ANY to eat. The sad thing is that these aren't QUITE big enough to harvest yet.

So, I'm left with the annual debate. Do I take what I can find and call it good, do I leave them to spawn, or do I take half and hope the little ones survive the cold enough to get big enough to spawn.

I always leave a FEW to spawn, and last year there weren't enough to harvest and regenerate so I didn't pick ANY.
THAT takes an incredible strong will, because once you taste these, floured and fried up in butter (once a year, I can afford to be Paula Dean and fry in butter), you'll wish there was a way to find them on the grocery shelves.

People who have a patch of reliable Morels don't EVER reveal it, and I THINK I've left this photo pretty free of any identifying landmarks. ;-)


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