On the way to run errands tonight, hubby called to me from the woods, "Do you have time to ID this mushroom?" Do I have time? There is nothing, absolutely nothing, like the taste of a morel mushrooms. They were still small so I will wait until Mother's Day to indulge myself. Perhaps the family will decide that I should have them all!
Update: Before I could launch my selfish plot to consume the morels myself, hubby suggested that we take them to his mother as a gift. Drats! I told him I would share them with his mother. After the party this morning, I'll scour the woods again to find more - more - more - just for me.