No, I didn't harvest them. But if I had, they would have been sauteed in a little butter and then eaten with the utmost appreciation. And yes, I would have shared them with Treebeard.
Oh I am SO jealous! Where I grew up in Michigan, we picked morels by the bushel, but here in northern NY I hardly ever find them. Here's a verse to remind us when to hunt for them:
When oak leaves are the size of mouse's ears, That's when the tasty morel appears.
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Oh I am SO jealous! Where I grew up in Michigan, we picked morels by the bushel, but here in northern NY I hardly ever find them. Here's a verse to remind us when to hunt for them:
When oak leaves are the size of mouse's ears,
That's when the tasty morel appears.
Here's hoping you find enough to get your fill.
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