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Morel-ly complex

Rare mushrooms much more enjoyable when someone else picks them

Ari Levaux, More Content Now | 8/11/2017, 6 a.m.
The morel mushrooms of summer are here. These charming growths upon the forest floor look like gnomes from a magical ...
Don’t be intimidated by morels — they might look like gnomes from a magical land, but they’re just delicious mushrooms. Jason Hollinger/Flickr

The morel mushrooms of summer are here. These charming growths upon the forest floor look like gnomes from a magical land, creatures that would have fabulous stories to tell if only they could talk.

But cooking is the only way to hear them, and too many people are intimidated, don’t even give it a shot. And then there are the fearless chefs who add morels to already busy dishes, where nobody will taste them.

That kind of attitude will get you in trouble if you’re out actually trying to find a morel, a practice that consists of wandering through a burned forest (most commercially harvested morels are from burns), up and over blackened ridges, trying to avoid getting bopped on the head by a standing burned tree — called a widow maker — that may decide to fall. I’ve been chased by moose, lost, become dehydrated and run out of food, all while hunting mushrooms.

A measure of caution is surely warranted with morels, both in the field and in the kitchen. The flavor must be coaxed out gently, with butter, onions and wine, and little else.

At first bite the earthly origins are clear. A morel tastes of all things forest, with hints of decaying wood, deer poop, minerals and moss. The story they would tell would be a complex tale, of morel spores everywhere, deep in forest floors, waiting for a fire to sweep through the trees above so they can fruit prolifically.

Cooked properly, morels are the great outdoors incarnate, wild and bold, like the crew of mushroom pickers I joined in Alaska in 2006. It was the summer after 6 million acres burned along the Taylor Highway between Tok and Chicken. Many of the things that went down at Camp Happy Mosquito — and in the blackened forests, brown rivers and smoky saloons in the vicinity — will have to remain where they occurred in order to protect the guilty.

So how about this idea instead. Go buy some morels that somebody else picked, ideally straight from the picker, for a taste of wild forest distillate. Pump some money into an industry that runs on hard work, sweat and risk, and depends on healthy forests — as buying wild salmon supports conservation in coastal watersheds. This time of year, wild morels are available at farmers markets throughout the west, and grocery stores everywhere.

When you have your morels in hand, this is what you should do with them. What you serve them with doesn’t really matter. You could toss them with noodles or heap them alongside meat or vegetables, or atop a hunk of good bread, which should be involved so that every last drop of sauce can be enjoyed to the max.

And when the season ends and we’re left with dried morels, they can be easily rehydrated and cooked the same way. Heat up some water or stock, about a quarter cup at a time, and when it starts to simmer pour it on the morels. Toss and cover. If they absorb all of the liquid, repeat, tossing them gently whenever liquid begins to pool. Wait an hour, adding as much liquid as they will take.

Morels

• 1 T butter

• ½ medium yellow onion, minced

• 1 cup morels, whole or sliced (Note: You can stretch out your morel supply by adding regular button mushrooms to the morels)

• ¼ cup dry sherry or white wine

• Pinch nutmeg

• Zest and squeeze of one quarter lemon

• ¼ cup heavy cream

• Salt and pepper to taste

Melt the butter in a heavy-bottomed pan. Add onion and fungus. Cook together until onions are translucent and the morels start to give up their moisture — about 10 minutes. At the slightest hint of a dry pan add sherry, and more butter if it needs it.

Add nutmeg, zest and a squeeze of lemon. Cook a moment and add the cream. Cook 5 more minutes, season with salt and pepper, and serve.

Contact Ari LeVaux at flash@flashinthepan.net.