With yet another 5" rainstorm dampening (!) NYC, and the daily temperature hovering just below 60, this man's fancy inexorably turns to ... morels.
Morchella. However, they are SO much more than just mushrooms. Many people - myself included - believe them to be the best tasting mushrooms that exist.
Morels come up when the soil temperature is in the high 50's, April and May in NY/NJ. They are found only in certain, very restricted habitats, none of which the hard-bitten 'shroomer would even dream of publicly mentioning. Of all wild foods, only ginseng inspires more competition, secretive behavior and obsessiveness than morels.
By my calculation, this year the black morels (Morchella negra) will appear the second week of April. While the rest of the works sweats their tax forms, this old guy will be scrambling the boulders in a deep quiet forest, scanning the earth for something that looks like a pine cone crossed with little brains.
There is, I have to confess, no natural scent more divine than the first whiff of a freshly cut April morel. Here in smoky fungal essence are the promises of spring, dinner, environmental rejuvenation and many months of mushrooming to come. Even this late cold night at my laptop I can envision that moment.
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