More and more morels. 37 thursday eve. Morel huting has consumed my life so I had to lay off a few days to meet my pink-assed employer's demands and my whinin' assed family's insecurities. If only they knew how easily they could be summarily dismissed in favor of a lowly fungus. Come to think of it, this magical morel season has caused me to re-think quite a few things. But I digress...
Anyway, tonight, I egg-wash, flour and flash-freeze five pounds of my best M. Esculentas. There'll be a fried morel feast at the C3 summer solstice show. I just egg-wash 'em with 50% egg, 50% water with a generous portion of salt and coarse ground black pepper. I put 'em on a cookie sheet with waxed paper, egg 'em, flour 'em, put 'em on the sheet, and toss 'em into the deep freeze. Once frozen they go into a gas-tight bag (I use baking bags and suck the air out of them) and back into the deep freeze.
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