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May 11, 2008



My dad is crazy for morel mushrooms, and got up a couple of Sundays ago at 6AM to go forage for them with his brother down in Warrensburg. I should make him take you the next time he gets a wild hare to do that again.

Personally, I find them repellent. You have to soak them in water before you cook them (at least my dad does) so the little worms that call them home come out. If you don't, they crawl out into the pan. I have horrific memories of just that happening once when I was a little girl and Dad was panfrying a bunch of morels.

As a general lover of mushrooms and altogether fairly adventurous eater, I would probably love them if I didn't know that one single fact, but a girl has to draw the line somewhere.

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