Last Sunday , I was hiking with my husband and son at a expectant , wooded park a few miles from our rest home . As we were walk down one of the trails , my husband spotted something in the woods . He enjoin me to “ calculate at that uncanny mushroom thing ” hiding amongst the leaf litter . I ducked down under a branch to see what we both thought was probably a morel mushroom . Their appearance is fairly classifiable , though I ’d never learn one in existent liveliness before — only in pictures . I pick it , along with another one we found nearby , and snapped a few quick photos .
I sent the pictures to a co - worker and asked him to forward the image to his friend who ’s a mushroom - designation expert . mushroom-shaped cloud designation is nothing to mess around with , and eat the wrong variety can result in an upset stomach , hallucination or even demise . There was no way we were go to take a gamble and eat those mushroom-shaped cloud without a proper ID first .
Dangerous Look-A-Likes
In addition to consult an expert , I also did a bit of research online . I knew there is a similar - calculate mushroom called a pretended morel that look enough like real morel that novice like me can easily be confused . I discovered that true morels , when sliced in half lengthwise , are all vacuous in spite of appearance , while fictitious morels have a white , cotton fiber - same interior . True morels have a cap that is completely fused to the base , while imitation morels have a jacket crown that sit around on top of the base and well break up from it with a simple twist of the wrist .
After conducting my online enquiry , and hearing back from the expert ( and consulting yet another forage expert ) , we feel 100 - percent positive that we had ourselves a twosome of morels !
Cooking Up Our Morels
The funniest part of all this is that I do n’t even like mushrooms . I will even take it a step further and say that I hate them . I ca n’t support the look of them cooking or even eat a piece of food that once bear on a mushroom . In fact , mushrooms are one of the only nutrient I utterly will not eat . Ick ! So after all that , my hubby was the one who bring to draw the benefits , which seems only fitting since he was the one that discovered them . After more inquiry on how to set up them , the following sunup I soaked them in water to clean out the grit , sliced them up , fried them in butter , and made him an omelette with egg from our hen . It was the first clock time he ’d ever eaten morels .
When he was finished , I asked him if all the fuss about morel was justified . His response : “ It ’s like eating a Kobe beef tenderloin and see all the other steak you ’ve ever had before might as well have been crunch grub . ” I ’d say he was impressed .
Needless to say , we ’re design another trip to the same parkland after this workweek .
