|Deer skull at the murder scene|
|Abandoned shoe, perhaps from a mushroom poacher?|
Fortunately, a family friend had stopped by earlier and had found lots of mushrooms along river bottoms and larger timbered area, neither of which we have access too, and gave up some of their surplus. My parents kept those and I got to take home my one and all the other mushrooms found by my dad and my oldest daughter so I ended up with around three pounds of morel mushrooms. I've been eating on them for a week and by the time I finish, I will have had enough to get me through until next year. At that point, the madness will set in again and I will be scarce around my blog for a couple weeks.
|A mess of morels battered in some flour, cornmeal, Parmesan cheese and some spices and then lightly fried.|