“I grew up hating mushrooms, convinced my mom was sneaking them into my meals. This aversion has strangely honed my skills in foraging for morels. I scout for dead elms that resemble witches' broomsticks, patches of trilliums, soft soil, and a few other secrets I hold close. While I may still not love mushrooms, nothing compares to a pan-fried morel with Hope butter..”

— GREG FOSTER

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