And wait till you see what I hope to discover. My expectations are high. So... with shovel, garden fork, a basket and most importantly, my best friend, we're off on another hunt.
This, my friends, is one humungous hillside patch (acres and acres) of wild ramps.
With a few digs and shakes we have plenty for supper. No need to be greedy in case we don't favor the flavor. Our first ramp harvest is a success.
And another first... a Wild Ramp risotto in the making.
Time for dinner now, let's go eat.