Can you spot the treasure?
The first morel of the season, picked by us that is. After leaving the St. Louis and Highland, Illinois, CWRTs, I went to Lebanon, Missouri, and visited with our friends the Chubers. Saturday morning we set out bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the Mark Twain National Forest behind their place. Teresa found the first one. She also got the second one and the third one and the fourth one. Finally, she and I spotted one at the same time and she gave me credit because she is such a nice person. Dave finally saw one, and he was our scout!
We parted ways, and I think Dave and T were "pitching woo" because after another hour or so, they found me and had not added a single morsel to their basket. I was on the verge of giving up when I spied one under a leaf, and then I was beside myself. Now I understand how prospectors went crazy searching for gold. When the day was done and we were covered with ticks, we had 26 mushrooms in all. We were so proud. They were our breakfast on Sunday morning. I have always dreamed of taking a picture like this--a basket of morels. Tom and I hunted this afternoon and I found another edible, delicious variety and am drinking Pinot Grigiot, eating Feta cheese, and wild mushrooms.Life is good.
