I went to check on the bluebells behind the house. (I have visions of a bluebell wood, such as we saw in England but it's not there yet.)
Still, their numbers are increasing. And so are the ramps in my little ramp patch.
The ramp patch is the result of my buying and planting freshly harvested ramps. I only harvest a few blades from my ramps, rather than the whole pungent plant. But they added a garlicky whang to the asparagus and mushroom galette that was our supper.
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A southern delicacy: at least south to me.
Ramps are a big thing in West Virginia, where I spent a few years in my 20s. The state even has a Ramp Festtival. .
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