...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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