I'm not much of a cook, but sometimes my hand is forced. Lorna was occupied, so I made an omelet for our late Sunday breakfast. It was really an excuse to eat morels, so I just put in what we had, some cheese, spinach, broccoli, sweet onion, garlic, and of course fresh morels. Damn can I cook!
The golden age of Midwest morels is waning. Locally they grow on the roots of dead American Elms. When Dutch Elm swept through, they were all over - some years more than you could pick. The morels fruit for up to 30 years after the tree dies. There are a handful of Elms here and there, so there will always be a few mushrooms around, but our glory time is running out.