Eating Things We Find On The Ground

We had a bit of rain this weekend, and another batch of morel mushrooms appeared in our backyard. 

This is both crazy and delightful. We live in the city, not in a forest. And yet, we have all kinds of fungal life in our tiny garden. I imagine this is a direct result of all the wood chips and horse manure I've dragged home over the years. 

Some people would be horrified at the thought of eating something like this. Robb and I are remarkably unfussy, and recognize that most food grows in the dirt. 

We consider ourselves lucky to have such bio-diversity in our little urban garden.