Oh My ~~~ I have never eaten Morels
I have a great story about the first time I ate morels. I was in college in southern Illinois. First time living outside the south side of Chicago so I went ape for nature. A local girl took about 10 of us for a canyon walk and she had a cast iron pot and a frying pan with her. On the canyon floor there were morels all over an area about 80 feet by 80 feet. We pulled forward our t-shirts and filled them up, even hats. we only managed to pick about a tenth of what we saw. I had never seen them before and they did not look really appetizing. The local girl assured us they would be great. We started up a small fire, she found some creek water and cooked up some brown rice. We washed the mushrooms and a stick of butter appeared out of nowhere. She melted it and sliced the mushrooms lengthwise and started to saute them. She even had salt and pepper and a bottle of some soy sauce for the rice. We ate the together and it was heavenly. I had never tasted anything like it before. Morels are pretty plentiful here in west Michgan if you have the right habitat. Up north a couple of hours they are real heavy and many Michiganders make trips up north every year just to hunt morels. Of course they will never tell you where their spots are.