If you’re new to this blog, you may not know that I’m a mushroom fanatic. Anything with mushrooms, I’ll order. I think it’s because I grew up knowing that May Morels, as my Dad calls them, are pure gold. I remember strings of them hanging in my Grandfather’s window to dry (OK the food safety police would probably be all over that nowadays, but he was extremely healthy. Of course, he attributed that to a shot of whiskey every night {Read More}