I missed the boat at the market last weekend. I didn’t get to Union Square until 3 pm. Of course by then, they were all sold out. 😦
Ramps, otherwise known as Allium tricoccum for the botanically inclined
They’re only available for roughly six weeks a year. Late March to mid-May. This year they were a tad late on account of the odd winter weather we’ve been having. It snowed on Wednesday. In April.
Together with fiddlehead ferns, rhubarb, peas and asparagus, ramps are one of the definitive signs that spring has finally arrived.
I can’t wait for this weekend. I’ll probably get a couple of pounds. Ramps smell like bear piss mixed with wild onions and mothballed socks. The smell is tolerable though. When cooked, their wildness gives way to a mellow sweetness. I’m looking forward to ramp omelettes, ramp quiche, ramps and asparagus, ramps with bacon, ramps and cornbread, maybe some blini.
I kind of adore them.