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Moral of a failed morel hunt: Enjoy what's at hand
The scent of green garlic reminds me of tromping through woods and farm fields this spring on a quest for morels (ultimately a middling success, but fun, nonetheless, for the hunt). Thin wild onions (or leeks, we weren't quite sure) grew everywhere, giving off their pungent aroma as we followed my brother Paul around his favorite spots near his country home north of Indianapolis.
By Joe Gray, Tribune Newspapers
May 9, 2012