Sunday, May 17, 2009

The Morel of the Story

My sweet husband just finished a very challenging semester! He totally dominated Microbiology and Anatomy & Physiology. For a special congratulatory treat, I secretly bought his some morel mushrooms, a delicacy found in this area only for a few weeks out of the year. Karl cooked them up last night.

What if you had a "More More More" dinner party, where everything had "more" in its name? You could serve morel mushrooms, s'mores, morey eel, anything from Moorehead, Minnesota, and... what else??? It would be more-velous.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

While the "more more more" party sounds could go terribly wrong, like that night in high school when all the food we had to eat was orange (mac & cheese, puffy Cheetos, Sunkist pop, and I think the list went on, maybe some Doritos?) Ugh.