‘Tis the season that native Hoosiers go mushroom hunting.
I have been waiting on the morel mushrooms to come up. I did see two or three black morels as the hubby and I took a stroll so I knew it wouldn’t be long before the gray and yellow ones popped up.
Why is it that some people know exactly where to look for mushrooms? As a rule, people do not give out the locations as to where the best “find” of mushrooms are, but I’ve heard of more than one person headed east out of Greenwood and returned with mushrooms for their evening meal.
One problem is, one can never be sure where to look. Mushrooms pop up when ever and where ever they see fit. The same site that produces hundreds of morels one year might yield nothing the next. So, the hunt continues. It is fun just to go out and look for them. They are only there for a very limited season. If you could do it any day, all year-long, it wouldn’t be as fun.
My sister stopped by yesterday. She had found enough mushrooms to fill a tote bag. We agree, she finds them and I will clean and fry them up. Finding mushrooms for my sister comes easy. She once said that it was clear to her that since mushroom season lasts only a few short weeks that the Good Lord intended people to spend twice as much time hunting mushrooms as they do mowing the lawn.
I once tried to go mushroom hunting with her. Although we were walking the same land, she found seventeen to my three. Some people simply have a knack for finding mushrooms. Others stay at home and eat them. A fried mushroom is an acquired taste. You either like them or you don’t.
The mushrooms should last one or two more weeks, depending on the weather. If you see my sister with a collapsed bag in hand perhaps you could talk her out of a few. She always finds plenty.