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Found in the woods north of Big Maple Lake.
As we walked along in the woods, Maya veered off the path. "Where are you going, you idiot?" I said, but I followed. Then I saw the morels. I've heard of truffle-sniffing pigs; have I got a morel-sniffing dog?
These are edible — "choice," says my guide. Once in my childhood I had a dinner of morels, at my aunt and uncle's farm in southern Missouri. (It didn't occur to me then to be worried about eating mushrooms that someone had just gone out and picked.) As a child I generally didn't like mushrooms, but those butter-fried morels were delicious.
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