shroom dress

My parents sent me a box of morels that they found in a very secret place in Black River Falls. The box arrived unexpectedly in the mail yesterday (note bubble wrap). My dad has only one level of engagement in any activity- fanaticism. He is now a morel fanatic. There is no stopping him. He filled an old Gatorade bottle with water, froze it, centralized it in a box full of wide wale bubble wrap, then carefully laid a dozen giant morels inside and shipped it off to me. Morels sauteed in butter for lunch, after which I might as well call it a day.


dress XIX