Mushroon time is coming..
It's mid-January, and my dreams are wafting off to mushroom hunting.
To those of you who haven't lived in the mid-west, and never went mushroom hunting, my heart goes out to you!
When I say mushrooms...I mean MORELS (google it up). They are, by and away the tastiest wild mushrooms going. And the hunt...let me say........ THE HUNT, is the best!!
As a child, my folks would gather up us 5 girls, arm us with an empty bread sack, and a jacket (in case we found so many, that we'd have to tie our sleeves up and zip up the backet to hold the bounty) and head off into the woods to find some "roons". I smile as I'm writing this, because it brings such fond memories.
I can hear you now, "What's so damn great about heading off into some woods, with mud, bugs, and assorted yuck?" Well, dear friends, you have to be there to appreciate the true ECSTASY of shouting, "Found one!!" Believe me, it's a better rush than shouting BINGO.
Many moons ago, when I was still a young adult, and my X and I were living in the same area as my folks, Daddy asked me if I'd like to join him on a hunt. I said "hell yes" and off we went.
We went up and out of town, down a gravel road to an area I remembered from my youth. "We're here." he proclaimed, and off we went. In the 1st 1/2 hour we found a few (actually, HE found a few, and I was not feeling well into this venture because of that). We kept on through the leafless woods. Then, we were face to face with a plowed field (probably in the fall), knee deep with mud, and I had on a new pair of Chuck Taylors on. He turned to me, smiled, and took of running in that high-stepping run that you need to have when the mud is soft, wet, and warm.......
Damn it Daddy! Me and my Chuck Taylor followed him blindly. Half out of trust, the other half out of the fact that I had no clue as to where we were, I jumped into that black Iowa field after my Dad.
Daddy's been gone since "01, but if he was here to tell you, he'd say that..........we fell into the Mother-load. Let me just say that it was a shit load of roonies!! It was a glorious find! !!!! Everywhere we looked, they were there, standing 4-8 inches tall and screaming, "Take me! Take me!" Beautiful yellow morels. (sigh) Here they call them Yallers, I just called them Great! :-)
I can't remember much more detail after we got back to the car with 2 bags and 2 jackets full of roonies. When we got home, Mom was working, so we split the roonies, put them in salted water (to get the bugs out), and we feasted the next night. It was grand! Can't remember if a meat was included in the meal, but it didn't matter; we had ROONIES!
Mister and I lived in the Tidewater area before we moved here (13 years for me, 23 years for him) and when we relocated to the midwest, our thoughts gravitated to MORELS once spring sprung and the air was warmer.
It's an addiction. Pure and simple. The first year here, since I didn't know anywhere to "hunt", I bought a pound of roonies for $16...and unbelieveable amount for 1990.
I fixed those puppies up right, and we ate roonies with cold BUD, and life was wonderful!
As I post this, my mind wanders back to the good times, the good food, to good memories.
May 2006 be a great mushroom year!! Hoo Hah!
Life is too short to eat crap.....Can I get an Amen? YUM!
To those of you who haven't lived in the mid-west, and never went mushroom hunting, my heart goes out to you!
When I say mushrooms...I mean MORELS (google it up). They are, by and away the tastiest wild mushrooms going. And the hunt...let me say........ THE HUNT, is the best!!
As a child, my folks would gather up us 5 girls, arm us with an empty bread sack, and a jacket (in case we found so many, that we'd have to tie our sleeves up and zip up the backet to hold the bounty) and head off into the woods to find some "roons". I smile as I'm writing this, because it brings such fond memories.
I can hear you now, "What's so damn great about heading off into some woods, with mud, bugs, and assorted yuck?" Well, dear friends, you have to be there to appreciate the true ECSTASY of shouting, "Found one!!" Believe me, it's a better rush than shouting BINGO.
Many moons ago, when I was still a young adult, and my X and I were living in the same area as my folks, Daddy asked me if I'd like to join him on a hunt. I said "hell yes" and off we went.
We went up and out of town, down a gravel road to an area I remembered from my youth. "We're here." he proclaimed, and off we went. In the 1st 1/2 hour we found a few (actually, HE found a few, and I was not feeling well into this venture because of that). We kept on through the leafless woods. Then, we were face to face with a plowed field (probably in the fall), knee deep with mud, and I had on a new pair of Chuck Taylors on. He turned to me, smiled, and took of running in that high-stepping run that you need to have when the mud is soft, wet, and warm.......
Damn it Daddy! Me and my Chuck Taylor followed him blindly. Half out of trust, the other half out of the fact that I had no clue as to where we were, I jumped into that black Iowa field after my Dad.
Daddy's been gone since "01, but if he was here to tell you, he'd say that..........we fell into the Mother-load. Let me just say that it was a shit load of roonies!! It was a glorious find! !!!! Everywhere we looked, they were there, standing 4-8 inches tall and screaming, "Take me! Take me!" Beautiful yellow morels. (sigh) Here they call them Yallers, I just called them Great! :-)
I can't remember much more detail after we got back to the car with 2 bags and 2 jackets full of roonies. When we got home, Mom was working, so we split the roonies, put them in salted water (to get the bugs out), and we feasted the next night. It was grand! Can't remember if a meat was included in the meal, but it didn't matter; we had ROONIES!
Mister and I lived in the Tidewater area before we moved here (13 years for me, 23 years for him) and when we relocated to the midwest, our thoughts gravitated to MORELS once spring sprung and the air was warmer.
It's an addiction. Pure and simple. The first year here, since I didn't know anywhere to "hunt", I bought a pound of roonies for $16...and unbelieveable amount for 1990.
I fixed those puppies up right, and we ate roonies with cold BUD, and life was wonderful!
As I post this, my mind wanders back to the good times, the good food, to good memories.
May 2006 be a great mushroom year!! Hoo Hah!
Life is too short to eat crap.....Can I get an Amen? YUM!
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