Yikes, that price for morels!?
Morels grow in near any good bush that is relatively undisturbed around here. Some of my finest memories involve hunting on my stepdad's farm and cooking up a big feast with them.
There were more than we could pick. It was a group effort with all the kids.
They look like little brains, eh?
They are good, but not soo good.
Those pretentious bastards selling them as if they were something real special.