Spring ramps

Travis and I went foraging with a few friends a couple Saturdays ago when he thought the morels might have been popping. We must have missed them again this year, but we did come across a patch of ramps.

Actually we located the ramps only because Maizie started wailing from her perch on her daddy's back, where she had been sleeping in her carrier. We had to find a place to stop for lunch right now. Turns out, our lunch spot was just a few yards from the ramps. Now when Maizie's fussing forces a detour that ends happily, we call it her "ramp-o-meter" going off.

We enjoyed the ramps in salads and, a few weeks later, pickled. They taste fresh, sharp, and earthy--just like how you might imagine wild leeks would taste.