“Be vewy, vewy quiet … we awe hunting mushwooms.” That's what Elmer Fudd might have said if he’d joined our fungi-foraging expedition this last spring. Actually, we weren’t very quiet. Picture nine people tromping through the woods, searching for a delicious species called morels. (You can only forage for these in the spring, as there is a poisonous variety called the false morel which grows in the fall.) We start up the hillside, spongy ground springing underfoot, twigs snapping, bushes brushing our jeans. There is so much texture on the forest floor it is difficult to see what is what. Continue Reading