Every spring, my Dad would get excited, grab a paper grocery bag and take me “out back” into the woods behind our house on a mission to find morel mushrooms.
In the fall, he knew when the wild pear tree was ready for picking and that excitement would take us back into the woods again.
Our yard was surrounded by seasonal wild fruits, like huckleberries, elderberries, wild blackberries, and raspberries. My Dad or Grandma would show us where they were and what was worth the trouble.
These memories came rushing back in the months surrounding my Dad’s passing and were strengthened by a family trip to Italy.
Foraging is so ingrained into the culture in Italy, and you can find it sprinkled throughout the menus in each of the tiny towns we visited throughout the countryside.
When we experienced our first family morel hunt with our kids, we stumbled on several “sweet spots” littered with morels of all sizes.
We found a total of 200 (yes, we counted), and I felt that same joy and excitement as if my Dad were there finding them with us. It was these reflections of happy memories that further helped me through my grief and helped to inspire our Foraging Collection.