Ramps are here

Whatever California.  You can keep your fresh fruit and vegetables year-round. Here in the Northeast we’ve got a little something called ramps.  That’s right.  Wild, potent, slightly sweet greens that bring the joyous message of winter’s end. I didn’t know what they were until last fall, when it was impossible to taste them, of course.  Now I’m making up for lost time: I’m having ramp three ways in three days.

Wednesday: Polenta and sautéed ramps. Yesss!

Thursday: Ramps pizza at Motorino. I think their fior di latte sauce would have been better than the tomato one they chose.  Still, it was delicious.

Saturday: Scallops with garlic, parsley and ramps.

I’ve become a big fan of this funny-name vegetable, and I don’t think I’ll get enough before the season ends.