Everyday, usually when I'm standing in the shower enjoying the only quiet time I get some days, I think about something I'm happy about. I ask God to grant me peace, help me to be a better wife, daughter, sister, co-worker, friend. I tell myself that I'm going to be positive and productive. That I'm going to find inspiration, that I'm going to show gratitude.
Some days I do.
Some days I don't.
Both are O.K., as long as I learn from each.
You're probably asking what this has to do with mushrooms. A couple weeks ago, my grandfather, brother and husband went mushroom hunting in our yard. We have a yard perfect for growing morel mushrooms. These mushrooms are strange looking, really strange. They were bringing them in by the bucket-full, and I found myself on edge. At the time, I had a house full of people. I was trying to clean up my kitchen and in they walked with buckets of mushrooms with bugs and dirt on them. I was grossed out and annoyed. Not one of my better moments.
The next day, we ate them for breakfast. We ate them in mushroom ragout, ate them in some tomato sauce over pasta. I had so many that I needed to get creative. I found inspiration the next couple of weeks in the kitchen. My favorite dish that week was a lovely spring risotto with fresh greens from our CSA and mushrooms from our yard. I found joy filling it with delicious foods pulled straight from the earth the day before. It doesn't get much fresher than that. Rich in B vitamins such as riboflabin and niacin, these little gems are perfect for spring cooking.
These babies were my reminder that week that often times, in the most unexpected places (like our own backyard), we can find inspiration and delight.