"You'll probably like these more than anything else we've brought you," and produced a shoebox full of morel mushrooms. Yes dad, I appreciate the tiller, I love the cookbooks but man - nothing says "I love you" like a box of morels procured from the woods back home.
OK - there is the only one way that I've ever prepared morel mushrooms and that's how my mom taught me how to make them. She dredges them in flour and fries them in butter. Now don't get me wrong - I have tasted different methods of cooking morels and that nutty flavor that seems to be imparted by these precious fungi, but when I think morel mushrooms - I think childhood and I love a plate of fried mushrooms. It is so damn unhealthy.
Drenched in seasoned flour (flour, Tastefully Simple Seasoning Salt, pepper)
Frying 'em up in some butter. My arteries are beginning to sing the "Hallelujah Chorus."
The finished product. Golden, hot, yummy mushrooms.
2 comments:
OH MY...a whole box of morels! I've never even tasted one before!
I'm so jealous but I think I just might check out the woods tomorrow and see what we've got!
Loved your 'shrooms. eh? they look just like mine...how can that be????????????????
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