It’s Morel Mushroom season. Social media is abundant with everyone’s bountiful harvests. Overflowing armloads of mushrooms lead to images of cast iron skillets boiling over with perfectly flour dusted caps and stems swimming in butter. Inspired by my friend
’s Morel Mushroom song “I have walked these woods, I have hiked these hills, humming along, all day long,” but I still haven’t found my mess of mushrooms. I have found one. One Morel Mushroom, which has helped me fight the thoughts in my head that maybe I had a rare form of blindness that only applies to Morels. Or the idea that maybe I have a curse that forbids me from finding them because of some ancient family infraction on the universe. The discovery of one Morel Mushroom gives me hope to “forage ahead”.While I have yet to find any more Morels, I have had some nice walks in the woods. I have found some other interesting fungi.




Okay, I am wrapping this post up somewhat prematurely because I want to get back out and look again today. I am not giving up.
Where is your favorite Morel hunting spot (specific coordinates only please)?
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Here are a few of my current favorites.
Wini Moranville: Wini’s Food Stories
Maxwell Schaeffer: Maxwell’s Voice
David Thoreson: Northwest Passages
Phoebe Wall Howard: Shifting Gears, Detroit, MI
And not in the
. My son Mitch Walsmith just launched a substack and I humbly request that you check it out.As well as my wife Emma’s new Substack
Thank you for allowing us to walk with you in the woods. My God, what a delightful column.
Takes me back to beautiful memories of childhood in northern Michigan.
I can’t hardly wait to hear the Morel of the story. 😁