Native peoples celebrated the arrival of ramps with festivals. Some ramp festivals continue in Appalachia to this day. For early Americans, their eager ramp consumption relieved the sores and tiredness of months of vitamin C-depleted winter.
It has been tedious sorting through garden vegetables that were either stuffed into the refrigerator or placed in a cold room when brought in from the precipitous advent of frigid temperatures and arctic winds three weeks ago.
I find garlic scapes simply perfect. Their curly, sculptural shape intrigues me. They double as both a food and a flower arrangement. I usually harvest them and place them in a mason jar filled with water.
Those delicate heart-shaped berries inspire me to cook up a storm. Is there nothing better than a strawberry rhubarb pie, or how about some strawberry ice cream and better yet, preserving the bounty and canning some strawberry jam?
The juxtaposition of the umami rich Maggi Sauce with the unique taste of cilantro and the sweet and sour bite of the pickles in a cocoon of French bread slathered with mayonnaise makes for a wonderful fusion of east and west. This is the yin and the yang of sandwiches. Namaste.