My grandfather was an avid mushroom hunter but unfortunately he died before I had a chance to learn the art from him. The last several years I have attempted to stalk these elusive fungi fruits in an attempt to "reconnect" in a way to him (sappy I know) but had so far been shut out. This year, the family and I were hiking in a nearby nature preserve when my 3 year old son spotted a frog along the trail. Wouldn't you know, about 18 inches away from the frog was a morel! "They do exist" I thought. After we got home that day I went for a walk in the woods near our house and found about 30 - 40 more. It's funny how often I find something when I finally stop looking for it! Anyway, my 3 year old and I like them dusted with flour/cornmeal and sauteed in some clarified butter. Definitely worth the wait.