If you are one of those people who gag at the thought of fried wild mushrooms, you will not want to continue reading.
Last Saturday we went on a mushroom hunt with everyone, including Little Tyke who wanted to be held the entire time since most of the weeds came up to his nose. It was quite an adventure – especially since I was informed that there was a carcass of a deer over to my right, should I wish to look at it.
I did not wish.
Daddy was the first to find a mushroom – an elephant ear. And there were lots there once we started looking. At one spot, we even found some funny-looking ones that resembled the elephant ears. But we decided to research them before eating and found out they were non-edible. Here is our collection of elephant ears and morels. (Excuse the dirt and pine needles – they hadn’t yet gotten a bath)
After washing the mushrooms, Lowell cut them in smaller pieces and then dipped them in beaten egg.
Then he dropped them in the breading mixture of flour, pepper, and seasoning salt. (Hope I have that recipe right – this is one of those items I choose to remain very blonde about so that I will always have a cook who makes them for me) Pretty sneaky, huh?
Next, the breaded mushrooms get dropped into sizzling oil and fried until crispy.
Finally they are placed on a paper towel to soak up excess grease and cool just long enough for our mouths to handle them!
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