FORAGING
I am not an outdoorsy girl, but the lure of morels can get me into the woods. Knee high rubber boots, a long sleeve shirt, a hat, and gardening gloves are my armor against ticks and creepy, crawly bugs. (Oddly enough, the snakes don’t bother me.) And since I like a party, I don’t go alone.
Eriel and her human mommy, Summer Duggan of www.working-gsd.com, are my party pals. (Keep your fingers crossed that Eriel has puppies early this summer!)
DAY ONE:
Summer and Eriel lead the way. If only Eriel could be trained to sniff out morels…
The weather has been cool, and until recently, too dry for good morel hunting. That doesn’t stop us though! Because of the cooler weather, we concentrate on areas that get more sun along the edges of the trees.
A fun teepee that someone built. But, I digress…
Again, we are looking up hill (makes morels easier to see) and in the sun along the tree line. This beautiful property makes our foraging trip even more fun. We had fun, but no luck.
NEXT WEEK:
Our first trip out was a bust, so we waited a week for more favorable conditions and tried again. By this time, we had several days of rain, the temps were warmer overnight, and the trees were filling out more to hold in the humidty. If I was a mushroom, I would grow during these conditions. This warmer weather would also allow us to look deeper into the woods.
Only a few minutes into the trip we spotted ramps. If you are unsure if you are looking at ramps, break off a bit of the leaf and smell. Does the odor of garlic and onion smack you in the face? You’ve got ramps.
To remove ramps you should dig down to the root. Save the roots to replant (even in your own garden), and you will be rewarded with them again next year. Also, don’t take all of them in one area. The remaining ramps will continue to grow and in the summer will drop seeds for more ramps next year!
Summer is impressed with her giant ramp. Yummmmm.
Another off topic picture, but I love Jack-in-the-Pulpits. It’s toxic if you eat it, but it makes me smile to look at. My Gramma Vera would take me into the woods when I was a little kid to look for these and for Lady’s Slippers.
No morels yet, but we did find these:
and these:
EVERYWHERE! What are these things?? Does anyone know?
Summer has found a foraging stick to help her on our trip. Notice how we are still concentrating in the sunny areas. It is only about 65 degrees. As the weather warms to the 70′s and 80′s we can look more in the shade.
Such an odd season this year. It’s only the end of April and the ferns are already 3-feet tall! The nice carpet of dead, wet leaves are good for morels.
Summer and I hiked and hiked, and hiked and hiked ALL the way to the bottom near the creekbed. Still no morels, and I was pooping out. It was getting to be too much: the wafting odor of the ramps we collected was overwhelming, I was itchy, the bugs were flying all over, and my feet were sweaty in my oversized rubber boots.
We stopped to rest near an area that looked like a good place to live if you were a morel (just like a million other places we looked). In a last ditch effort Summer swirled her foraging stick around on the hillside and said, “grow little mushrooms, grow.” It was at that moment that I looked up and to her left about 5 feet…
MORELS!!!! And, big ones at that. They averaged 1.5 ounces each.
Finding them was obviously such a high that we lost our minds and decided to follow the sun all the way up the hill. I am not a mountain goat! OMG!!! Climbing a 70 degree slope for a half mile nearly killed me. I still shudder at the thought of it. Actually, I’m willing to do it again to find more yummy treasures. Are you ready, Summer?
Living in MinnesotaMay 04, 2010
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Combine:
It will look like this after 30 seconds of mixing. Cover it with plastic wrap and let sit for 60 minutes.
After one hour the starter will look like this.
Add:
Then add:
Finally, add:
The dough will look like this when the butter is completely incorporated. Notice how the dough has lighted slightly in color. Some air in the dough is good, but too much air and the final bread will be white (not the traditional yellow color) and not very flavorful.
Transfer the dough to a well-greased bowl. The dough will be very wet and batter-like. Cover it with greased parchment paper and refrigerate for at least 18 hours and up to 24 hours.
The dough will have nearly tripled in volume when it has risen sufficiently.
Dump the dough onto a lightly floured work surface. Using a bench scraper, fold the dough onto itself from all four sides. Don’t punch the dough down; folding the dough onto itself will develop more gluten and move the yeast around. Divide the dough into 16 equal pieces.
Working with one piece at a time, fold the ends under, forming a smooth ball. These balls trap air in the dough and lines up the protien molecules, creating a lighter loaf.
Place eight dough ballsin a buttered 8×4-inch loaf pan. OR…
Place one ball in the bottom of a greased brioche à tête pan, place 6 other balls around, and one final ball on top (total of 8 balls).
Cover the pans with greased parchment paper and let rise…
until the dough is 1-inch above the tops of the pan. This can take as little as 3 hours and as much as 8 hours.
Whisk one egg thoroughly.
Brush it over the bread. This will create a dark, shiny loaf.
Remove the bread from their pans and let cool on a wire rack.




These are butter paddles and make the task easier. They aren’t necessary, but if you have some soak them in ice water for at least 30 minutes before starting. This will keep them from sticking to the butter.
The butter will go from soft peaks…
To stiff peaks…
It will then start to collapse, and the butter fat will start to separate…
Finally, the butter will start to separate from the milk. Continue to whip for another minute.
It should look like this when it is ready for the next stage.
Place a cheesecloth-lined strainer over a clean bowl. Tip the contents of the mixer bowl into it. The buttermilk will drain into the bowl leaving the butter behind.
Buttermilk, at first, is not sour, and it is full of protein. During my grandma’s time it was considered a health drink. In fact, Gramma would drink it after working in her garden. I guess it was her Gatorade. I store my buttermilk in the fridge and use it in making pancakes and biscuits.
Put the drained butter into a cold, clean bowl and whip for another minute to expel even more buttermilk. Remove and drain as before.
Place the butter in a bowl of very cold water and knead it to force out excess buttermilk. It is really important to keep your tools, i.e. your hands or the wooden butter paddles, very cold. If you work the butter too much with warm hands it will liquify. 

