|A Lesson in Morels II: The Hunt|
So…the annual Norton morel hunt took place this past weekend to much acclaim and fanfare (from the extended Norton family of course). It appeared our timing was divinely-inspired; it was the utter pinnacle of the season. We harvested one ripe specimen after another. They were fresh and firm and of a good size (4-5” or so—inch-high baby morels abound if one plans one’s search too early). We met only one that was past its prime—though it would have been much cherished in our Jersey years. The culmination of the adventure: herb-encrusted veal chops bathed in a morel cream sauce, alongside roasted asparagus and a glass of dry white wine. Truly a meal worthy of an expedition.
Can you spot the booty?
There are in fact two clusters of morels in the picture down below.
The bounty; be wary of strangers and guard your stash
The end result, and pretty darn good-looking if you ask me
Written by Liz Norton
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