Just the possibility of being able to find some morels seems good enough to me.
Recently I dined at a high-end Seattle restaurant and ordered a housemade pasta with morels -- there were two or three truffle-sized shavings of morels on the half-cup of pasta, all centered on a MASSIVE plate. Hrmph. Won't be going back there any time soon.
When we were kids Dad used to take us Morel and Puffball hunting in a friends bush lot. Always found lots. Then we would come home and he would cook them up for us. (not rubbing it in of course) I personally never found any but Dad just seemed to have an eye. As for the dog, train him to find MONEY then you can buy as many morels as you please. (I know, not the same as finding them yourself)
Gypsies used to start small fires on the forest floor to encourage the sprouting of next year's morels. The only one I have ever found was right outside my workshop, on a piece of ground where a stolen car had been torched. Try having a small fire?
A Dusk Meeting
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Dusk yesterday.
I knew the Lady by the field gate.
Not well, but we know each other’s name and houses and are friends on
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She had been crying and w...
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*It's February 1st and I nearly forgot to post my birthday here ...... *
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Optimistic Cro!
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!
Just the possibility of being able to find some morels seems good enough to me.
ReplyDeleteRecently I dined at a high-end Seattle restaurant and ordered a housemade pasta with morels -- there were two or three truffle-sized shavings of morels on the half-cup of pasta, all centered on a MASSIVE plate. Hrmph. Won't be going back there any time soon.
That drives me mad. Nouvelle Cuisine; YUK.
ReplyDeleteI have never heard of these I must be a mushroom,fed you know what and left in the dark lol
ReplyDeleteTrain the dog! He is the perfect age to start.
ReplyDeleteGrouch, I'm hoping to train him to find cepes!
ReplyDeleteWhen we were kids Dad used to take us Morel and Puffball hunting in a friends bush lot. Always found lots. Then we would come home and he would cook them up for us. (not rubbing it in of course) I personally never found any but Dad just seemed to have an eye.
ReplyDeleteAs for the dog, train him to find MONEY then you can buy as many morels as you please. (I know, not the same as finding them yourself)
Gypsies used to start small fires on the forest floor to encourage the sprouting of next year's morels. The only one I have ever found was right outside my workshop, on a piece of ground where a stolen car had been torched. Try having a small fire?
ReplyDeleteI've never had a morel so I can't feel your pain. But I do hope you'll strike it rich someday.
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