Morels--the poor man's truffle.
We've had two small gifts this spring--one from Joe, from his woods in Williamson County, and one from Jeff at Long Hungry Creek. What a treat--dredged in egg and flour, cooked in butter, served with scrambled eggs from Julia's flock. One supper included our first asparagus of the season, the other our own Sulphur Creek watercress salad.
Morels--they look a little bit like your brain would look if you were a conehead, and have a clean loamy smell. We savor each tiny bite, and always--even if we're talking about gates, or taxes, or tragedies at home or abroad--stop to consider how large our small gifts are.