Every spring in the Cedar Valley, there’s a quiet frenzy that begins the moment the ground thaws and the lilacs bloom. People disappear into ditches and wooded edges, ducking under branches and scanning the soil. They’re not lost — they’re looking. For mushrooms.
Morel mushrooms are a Midwest obsession. They’re delicious, hard to find, and wildly expensive if you try to buy them. But around here, we don’t usually buy them. We hunt. On public land. With neighbors, kids, cousins. There’s no admission fee, no password, no receipt. Just a deep knowing that the land can still feed us.
It’s one of the last ways regular people gather high-value food for themselves. No middleman. No branding. Just trust in the process and a little local knowledge.
That same spirit lives in the Rooted Carrot Co-op.
We call it grocery democracy: the idea that communities should have a say in what shows up on their shelves, where it comes from, and who benefits from it.Continue reading