Last night Abby and Charlie went to the old house to hunt Morel mushrooms. Soon after we moved there a decade ago, Charlie discovered Morels growing in the back part of the property, next to the river. And every spring since then, he’s gone down to the riverside to hunt them. Some years have been better than others; one spring we found a grand total of TWO mushrooms.

Well, spring is here and Charlie’s in a Morel mood. And  since we STILL haven’t sold the old house, he decided to take advantage of the season and see if they’d come up by now.

Lo and behold, they HAD.

The two of them found only 9 mushrooms, but that’s enough to add to a meal, which I’m guessing is what Charlie will do this weekend. And I’m pretty sure that after the next rain, he’ll be out hunting again, either at the old house, or elsewhere. (He’d love to find them here, but so far, no luck.

(Note: Mushroom identification is not foolproof. Charlie spent months researching and even talked to a mycologist for tips on identifying the totally edible Morel. Try at your own risk.)

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