Spring has sprung and that means that ramp season is in full swing. You know, ramps: those cute, terribly en vogue little vegetables with the slightly unappealing name that appear on every hip restaurateur’s menu, and whose very presence has been known to strike panic in the hearts of its foragers due to its hyper-seasonal existence.ย 

by Aray Till

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Karen L. Kohan

My Dad died when I was 12 yrs. old; but one of the fond memories I have of him is whenever we went ramp hunting. Years later I would talk about ramps, and everyone would look at me like I was nuts because they had never heard of them before. It was nice to hear and read about them once more after all these many years. Incidentally, he also loved watercress and my Mom made a terrific hot bacon dressing to put on it.

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Gayle Bell. California Girl

Wow! I grew up in Grass Valley, CALIFORNIA. I loved to go with my Italian-American mom to cut some tender water cress to have a wonderful green salad. A little salt and pepper w/olive oil and red wine vinegar. Chill in the refrigerator for an hour or two. Then a couple fresh rainbow trout from the North fork of the Yuba River and it canโ€™t be beat. Yummmie good. Oh and a lemon to squeeze. Godโ€™s Country I tell ya!! ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฏ๐ŸŒบ

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