Actually, the little sucker was even littler on Friday. Kevin and I decided to let it grow one more day before picking it.
This, in case you don't know, is a delicious morel mushroom. We had found exactly one of these last year in the exact same spot where I picked this beauty this morning. When I saw it growing on Friday, I literally made that angel choir singing noise. Do you know what I'm talking about? Then I started yelling Kevin's name. He probably thought I had gotten bit by a snake or fallen off a ladder or something.
Anyway, I fried it up this morning in olive oil, flower, and salt. Just like my mom and grandpa taught me. Kevin and I each had half with our egg wraps.
I did not fry it in "flower." I fried it in "flour."
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