Much to my surprise I received a package in the mail today, that had a couple of plastic bags of dried mushrooms in it. No, not those mushrooms (I just lost half of my readers from the west coast), but dried morels. They are a culinary delight.
Growing up in Roblin, every spring would bring a bounty of fresh morels, that dad, and sometimes the rest of us, would pick. If memory serves me correct the usual method of serving them was to fry them in butter and serve them on toast. Now I have to confess that when I was young I wasn’t much of a fan of eating fungi, morels included, but now that I’m almost grown I’ve grown to love morels.
The unfortunate thing is I never get to eat them anymore (collective sigh). My brother still picks them come spring, but the high arctic is a long way from their range of distribution. So I do without. Until today. Now I’ve got to come up with away to incorporate them. I’m thinking a burger, topped with a morel sauce made with reconstituted morels, onion, garlic fried in butter, followed by a slice or two of truffel that I brought back from France. Or perhaps a tenderloin of caribou, topped with a morel sauce of chopped fried morels, garlic, reduced chicken and liquids left over from the reconstitution and perhaps some apple juice. Hmm, yeah, with a healthy dollop of pepper. Or maybe just fried in butter and served on toast.
Thanks Bro, you’re the best. (but not the smartest). Love you.
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The cheese whiz toast I am eating right now isn’t as good anymore. I wish I lived closer, I would be there in a heartbeat for a burger AND some toast. 🙂
the smartest sibling – now that would be your sister, right?
There’s always Bison Burgers at Big River in Fort Providence Tina, thats just a little down the road.
No, she would be the most sensible sibling.
My lovely former roommates recently sent me a care package with a huge bag of dried mixed mushrooms (also the non-hallucinogenic kind), which are amazing in risotto. Luckily they also mail me arborio rice on occasion.
Back home we used to picked chanterelles when in season, and then it was chanterelle risotto, omelettes, etc for a week. Mmmm…
HELLO? Paging Dr. Sommerfeld. Two advanced cases of early dimentia to report found on this blog. Please send analysis and additional info to the smartest and most sensible sibling. You have my address. Thanks Doc.
Too bad the ‘smartest and most sensible sibling’ can’t spell dementia.
Aren’t care packages great Kate Nova?
Hmmm, the second and third smartest Kines siblings seem to have commandeered my blog.
I used to work summer jobs in the bush doing timber cruising. I always had a bag tied to by vest to put morels! On good days I would have an entire plastic grocery bag full by the end of the day! I really should have sold them and made some money- but instead I ate them!!
Now that’s a job Kara!
sorry my mistake. dimentia is what dodi fayeds father suffers from now…