Once upon a time there was a little white Morel growing peacefully in a bed of mulch, just minding its own business and thinking shroomy thoughts. In its short lifetime it had known moisture and glorious sunshine as well as rich, dark soil. It grew into a handsome specimen. Standing tall, it seemed to know just how handsome it was.
One day someone discovered it. They exclaimed over its beauty and seemed to be in awe of having found it growing there in its mulchy flower bed. They came and took photos and oohed and aahed. It was certain that it would be famous—maybe even get its photo on the cover of Morel Monthly. It basked in the glory of it.
It was still musing over its would-be fame & fortune when a large hand came down from the sky and plucked it right up! oh no! the little Morel exclaimed, what will become of me now?
The little Morel was taken inside and laid gently upon a plate. More photos were taken. Aha!, thought the little Morel, I know what my fate is to be. Why, I am to become a piece of art! Just look at me!
It was indeed beautiful; truly a masterpiece with its honeycombed structure. Absolute perfection!
But, alas, it was not meant to be. This would be the end of the road for this particular hapless little Morel. I will spare you the details, but suffice it to say that the “Morel” of this story is not to grow where Rick and Lynne can find you or you will end up being part of their dinner. The End.
Above: Pork tenderloin with Morel mushroom sauce; roasted fennel and potatoes. D-lish!
Posted by Lynne on 05/07/2008 at 05:45 AM
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