Paula discovered the secret to finding morel mushrooms yesterday: try mowing the lawn.

We had been looking for them in the woods, without success. Then, mowing the lawn by the road, she stumbled upon a feast of 45+ morels growing near the pines by the garden. She mowed over two or three large specimens before she killed the lawn-mower engine and stopped and looked around at the bounty surrounding her.

We filled a grocery bag 2/3s of the way full, and hauled the morels into the house, and started cooking.

Lying in bed last night, Paula groaned beside me: “Ohhh, mushroom belly…”