Sunday, April 15, 2007

A Ramp By Any Other Name Would...


...stink as greatly! Despite the snow on Wednesday, it is attempting to be spring around here. There are tell tale signs like green grass outside the window and I can't stop sneezing.

If you have spent more than 24 hours in West Virginia you know that this means that you should be eating ramps. So, I requested that my mom send me a batch. Apparently, she came across an discount Easter candy sale on the way to the post office 'cuz I wound up with a package on my doorstep Friday evening with the slightly surreal combo of three chocolate rabbits, two packages of Peeps and a pound of ramps. Tempting as it is to come up with the additional verses to make the "Twelve Days of Easter," I think it is best if I just move along.

The high excitement was, of course, reserved for the ramps. They were properly filthy but cleaned up real purty:



So far I've pretty much just been indulging in them straight as a part of a sort of WV country skillet: homemade hash browns, egg over medium, a mess of ramps and bacon. Lushy.

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