Never in my life did I ever think of myself as a morning person. But this past year, I’m up around 8a every weekend, just raring to go. There’s just so much I want to squeeze out of every weekend!
This morning, I slipped out of bed and snuck into my running gear. The forecast said 43 and rainy, but today was the first Evanston Farmer’s Market of the season, so I knew I had to get there. As soon as I stepped out of the house, I felt a drop of moisture on my cheek. Defiantly, I slipped my sunglasses on and took off. The cold air made for a nice brisk pace. The market is just over 1.5 miles away, so it’s definitely an easy run.
When I got there, I knew I’d made the right decision, as the first stand I stopped at had huge bushy bunches of sorrel, one of my very favorite herbs. As soon as these delicate leaves hit butter, they dissolve. Add a tiny bit of cream and you have a delicious green sauce that’s wonderful on fish. One stand down were wooden boxes filled with fresh morels. I had never seen them this fresh before, and was surprised by their creamy color. Even though they were $40 a pound, I indulged myself for the experience and picked up two beauties for $16 (ouch). Rounded out my haul with asparagus, zucchini and a dozen fresh eggs.

Back at home, I scrambled a couple eggs with green onions and sauteed up half a morel in butter. It was good, earthy with a substantial bite, and a slight, unexpected-but-nice, acidic zing. As I washed up my dishes, the remaining half of the morel sat on the cutting board. I looked at it, then looked away. I wandered out of the kitchen and surfed the net for morel hunter sites, as I was curious how they prepped their haul. I sipped my coffee and thought, “Saltines? Really?”
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