Last week, I was happy to find a handful of morels close to my house. They were the best morels I’ve had in years! If you’ve never eaten a morel...you are sadly missing out!
Elusive! Evasive! Unpredictable! Although listed as the Common Morel, Morchella Esculenta is actually the “Uncommon Morel”! Resembling a kernelless cob of corn, the first morels arrive mid spring. In our neck of the woods, Mother’s Day seems to be the marker for when to hunt. A cool, wet year seems to be favourable to their growth. As a child I spent many hours walking through the woods, head bent, eyes “peeled” (as Dad would say), searching. I can probably count on both hands the number of morels I actually plucked out of the ground as a kid! There is that delicious moment of unexpected surprise! There it is, in front of you, unmistakable cap poking through the leaves! Then, the careful plucking out of the ground and gentle cradling in your fingers so as not to damage the tender flesh of the cap. I have never picked a morel and thrown it into a bucket. I have never actually had need of a bucket when picking morels-both hands have been sufficient.


There are many opinions about the sites where morels may be found. Seasoned pickers guard them carefully. When I was a child, my father worked for the Lower Thames Conservation Authority. He was instrumental in the early creation of the park called “Longwoods Road Conservation Area” where the Skan-Nah-Doht Iroquoian Indian village now rests. There was a prime site there for picking and I’ve spent many hours as a child searching, but now, you are not permitted to leave the trails and especially to remove specimens from the forest. Morels may be found around old apple wood or orchards although I have never found any there. Also, under certain deciduous trees--specifically ash, sycamore and decaying elm. They are also found on south facing ridges; in the vicinity of the May Apple flower and sometimes on lawns where the uninitiated have been known to stomp them out! It is also said that they grow in coniferous forests, and I found one under a row of pines close to the beach in Grand Bend. My grandfather Nethercott’s secret sites died with him as he died most unexpectedly and was still hunting them religiously in the year of his passing. My finds are mainly solitary-the life of a morel seems to be a lonely one! Morels I’ve come across have been found most often in unexpected places; once, one appeared miraculously in the backyard of a house we owned; never should have moved from there! My husband was cutting the grass when I found it but knew immediately what I had found by my wild jumping around in glee with the morel held high! Once while hiking the Bruce Trail in July, I found a black morel. Sadly, we did not have any butter to cook it in, and I’ve heard that they are not as tasty as the local yellow variety. While checking out a building lot in Grand Bend for a client, I found a black one on the side of a pathway to the beach. It stood alone as usual! I have since found them around my neighbour’s house. Shhh...
There are commercial pickers who pick all over North America. It is well documented that after a forest fire or controlled burn, they grow in vast quantities and commercial pickers will flock there in droves to pick. My dad has suggested setting fire to Skunks Misery-about 10,000 acres of undeveloped land just south of Newbury, Ontario-and picking in abundance the following season! I wouldn’t advise this route as incarceration may prevent the harvest the following year! Recently, while I was in BC, a friend drove me 60 km back in the mountains and showed me an area at the edge of a National Park where pickers will come in to pick morels as well as edible chanterelles, shaggy manes and the “Illegal” hallucinogenic Stropharia.
For decades, those who have tried to cultivate them have never been successful for successive years and believe there is a symbiotic relationship between the mycelium of the fungus and the root of the tree. They have been known to appear everywhere in the greenhouse but where the mycelium have been spread. In the last several years though, they have had more success. After finding a cluster of white morels in my front yard when building our new house, I made up a batch of mycelium (recipe posted below), brought it to work with me and dumped it out around my yard. Only one bunch of morels has appeared so far. Thins is a fun link with his sons finding them all over the yard and a couple of recipes at the end to make the mycelium juice!
Who else do you know who makes a jug of mushroom mycelium juice in the morning and brings it to work with them?
As for how to cook them, they are to be rinsed carefully, dried off with paper towel, then cut into pieces and fried in butter and seasoned with salt and pepper; although some parboil them before cooking. My dad suggests washing and cooking the smallest one and sharing it; then cooking the larger one later and eating it alone. I know he would never do this because he does not know how to operate a stove! Google the morel and you will be amazed at the number of sites devoted to this elite mushroom! I’ve included a few to pique your interest! Happy hunting! As for me; there’s a patch of May Apples down the road that I need to check out.
A pair of yellows.
Found in Grand Bend close to the beach.
Verpa bohemica-"Early Morel" some eat them but many have become sick from them. Notice the cap is unattached to the stem-in a true morel the cap is attached at the base of the stem.
Gyromitra esculenta or False Morel, can release enough toxin into the air that simply sampling the aroma of your saute pan can lead to severe poisoning or even death.
PLEASE CHECK THESE LINKS BEFORE EATING:
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A Guide to Different Types of Morel Mushrooms - Foraged - Foraged
This does not sound appetizing to me ... but it was very interesting! I confess I was torn between letting you know you had misspelled "morals" ... hah... leave it to a preacher! Anyway, great post I'm going to share with a couple of people I know are going to really enjoy this. I enjoyed it too!
One of my favourite memories about spending time with you and your dad was hunting for morels. Haven’t had on in years and the dried one just aren’t the same!