The soil in our East Oakland garden can be charitably described as "challenging." In the interest of improving things, I'm constantly dragging home soil amendments. Horse manure, wood chips, you name it.
And as a result of all of the things I dig into our soil, we grow a wide variety of mushrooms. Every few years, the garden sprouts a single -- and usually bug-infested -- morel.
This year, we hit the jackpot. Robb found a cache of morels in a particularly weedy part of the garden.
He read our mushroom books. And he read our other mushroom books, and then he made a beautiful pizza with a home-made crust.
It was delicious.