Visiting the farmer's market yesterday in a different location, felt like a whole new experience. There was one girl there selling nothing but morels. Tray after tray of the strange brown spongy mushrooms, revered by cooks and gourmets alike. They were the best bargain I could have hoped for. $10 for an entire tray, an amount that would have cost me five times as much in my local supermarket where they are selling for $50 per pound. She informed me that they grow in areas where forest fires have been and even shared the secret spot where she finds them, way in the north of BC. I went home with them carefully packaged in a brown paper bag and balancing on top of the heirloom tomatoes and artisan cheese, so as not to get squashed, like a delicate little peach. Once home, I immediately set about undertaking some research to find a recipe to do them justice. I decided on a morel and sherry cream sauce to accompany some steak and recalled a recipe for stuffing them which seemed a good idea.
