I just checked my Voice mail and received a message I had been waiting for.  It regards the giant mushrooms that up until about 20 minutes ago were growing along side my front walk.   It was from Gerry, my neighbor who is a mushroom hunter and orchid expert.  I babysat his orchids while he spent the winter in Mexico and Colorado  and in return he is gifted me back some baby orchids and clivia with a bonus bag of dahlia tubers.   It’s a good deal.  Anyway, while were conducting the seasonal switch,  we noticed the fungii.

morel mushrooms harvested in studio 'g' garden

Gerry’s message says (in his heavy Czech accent) —  “These are REAL (as opposed to false morels), but if you haven’t got the GUTS to eat them, call me and I will come get them”

“GUTS?”  I feel like I am being taunted by the likes of Arnold Schwarzenegger….yeah I got the ‘GUTS‘, Gerry (now that you have done the research for me).

What kind of throwdown is this?  I TRUST you.   I am going to make Sauteed Morel Mushrooms and Fresh Fava Beans with Creme Fraiche.

And if you find me dead, blame Gerry.

I’m curious, would you eat them?