When I was a teenager back in Ohio, I loved this time of year, or maybe two weeks earlier, depending upon the weather. No, it wasn't spring fever or the nearing end of the school year that made May a favorite month. No, it was the growth of one particular plant and the hunt for this elusive, epicurean delicacy.
I'm talking about mushrooms, or morels.
I forget when my father first took me mushroom hunting, and like most mushroomers, he had a couple...
