(You have to say that in the deep southern twang of Gomer Pyle on the Andy Griffith show to get the real effect.)
I grew up down on the river bottom where the favorite spring hobby was hunting the elusive morel mushroom along the river banks in the sand. Then I was transplanted up here, in the hills, where they still grow but I have no idea where to find them and you can be darned sure no one will tell you their favorite spots.
So imagine my great surprise today, while out mowing by the trees along our driveway and there was a morel! Standing proudly! I couldn't believe my eyes, I ran to get the camera to document this momentous occasion.
And then decided to document the entire process, I gently washed and split the morel. Then retrieved a fresh Serama egg and beat it into submission.
I carefully basted all four sides in the egg mixture....
.......and tossed them in Panko bread crumbs.
A pat of butter in the cast iron skillet...
....and fried them to a golden brown.
I didn't have to worry about sharing with Bruce, he was not brought up on morels and is suspicious of them. I thoroughly enjoyed my treat.
And that is what is important in life, enjoying the little things.