There I was checking out Soltribe, for the first time since their big move to Mercado Sano. A brave decision by them I thought. Could they survive where so many have failed? It’s a good-looking space but, with the room almost empty at lunch time, the jury, I think, is still out.

Over by the checkout I spotted something special, something very special, well to me at least. Morels. My third-best favorite funghi (truffles and cepes are first and second). I hadn’t seen or eaten fresh morels in over a year.

They were 200 pesos a basket. There were close to 40 in a basket. That’s a very good price for morels.

I emailed Don Day’s Wife.

The morels were on for dinner. And I was off to Aristocrat, the new restaurant that now fills the space where the lost and lamented Cafe Lula stood, to meet food writer extraordinaire Susan Knight York. The earthy, nutty aroma is almost as delightful as the taste of morels and Susan was soon burying her nose in the brown paper bag.

We had joined San Miguel’s sometime (I wish it was more time) chef, Michael Coon’s table and the talk turned to cleaning morels. It’s a popular subject as it’s not an easy task. The stems of morels are hollow and grit can easily get up there. Michael shared that he uses a mushroom brush to help clean his. 

Now chef’s like Michael have mushroom brushes; cooks like Don Day’s Wife don’t. So when I got home I asked her to share what she does to get rid of any dirt.

She told me, “I snip off the ends of the stems, cut them in half, put them in a colander, hold it under the tap and shake and toss them for maybe 10, maybe 20 seconds. I dry them with paper towels. You don’t want them to soak up water and get soggy. Then they go right into hot olive oil and butter so, if there’s any living creature in there, they’re not going to be living long and, if you get a bit of grit, it’s not going to kill you.”

To that hot oil, Don Day’s Wife added a chopped up shallot, a few sprigs of rosemary from our garden, then half a cup of chicken stock.

Next in went slices of her homemade Italian sausage that she had first cooked in the oven, followed by a mix of ricotta and heavy cream.

When the mix was bubbling it was poured over al dente spaghetti in bowls. I told her, “You make the most of morels; this is fabulous funghi.”

Yesterday, I ran into Keshava Rossi, the chef/owner of Soltribe at the San Miguel y sus Sabores food festival. I wanted more morels. I wanted to know how long they’d be in season, how long the restaurant would have them. 

Keshava confirmed that the shrooms get to Soltribe via Arif Towns and his little business Symbiosis and told me, “You better get there in a hurry. It’s only the extra rain that’s extended the season. What we’ve got now may be all we’ll have this year.”

The fridge was quite full when I was in Soltribe. Hope it still is now.

Soltribe is located on the second floor of Mercado Sano at Ancha de San Antonio 123 in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. The restaurant is open every day from 9:00 am to 10:00 pm.