Every year I get the fever to forage. The thought of walking around a park for a couple of hours and coming out with an armload of wild edibles is like winning the lottery to me. Pirate like, even.
Today I am especially craving mushrooms, morels. Maybe it was the overdose of cheap and tawdry guacamole over the weekend that has me dwelling on dusky, earthy flavors. I want rich and buttery soft.
I missed the mushroom class at Whitewater State Park this weekend, but it remains one of the best places to hunt morels. It may seem odd, but as mushroom hunting is a secretive sport (to the lone hunter go the spoils) there are few public gatherings and events. The Minnesota Mycological Society is a great resource, but you need to join up to go on their forays. Understandable.
Personally, I’d rather go out on my own, on a soggy Monday when others are at work, and trust in fortune.
Leave a Reply Cancel reply