My husband's awesome secretary gave us some morel mushrooms last week.
They were already washed and trimmed - how spoiled am I?
I promptly called my Daddy to remind me how to properly prepare these lovelies.
Egg, flour, saltines, oil.
I said amen and started about my biz-nass.
I wish I took a pic of the fried beauties but I ate them as they came out of the pot.
I saved about 5 for my eldest son and maybe 8 for My Man.
I ate the rest.
And now...today...I searched our land. Our vast wooded land...for 2 hours. Seriously. And I found none. NONE! Not one single mushroom.
So, I decided today that while I can cook the dickens out of the things and eat them like a trucker, I am not able to be the finder.
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