CH: Late yesterday afternoon Steve R. came knocking at the back door. He set a small brown paper bag down on the table. Inside there were a handful of tiny morels that he had just foraged—the first that we have seen this season. What a lovely gift. We traded him some grapefruit marmalade (the grapefruit had been a gift from our California friends, the Orrs). That’s how it is: give and get, get and give. And most importantly, never keep track. Of course ironically, the giver usually ends up getting the greater gift. And about those morels . . . we scrambled some eggs and sautéed the morels in butter with some scallions and a tiny clove of garlic. Simply delicious. This time we won the prize.
Eat well, stay healthy—please.