One Woman's Weed is Another's Breakfast

   
Update: for those of you who are interested in tasting some ramps, in the past Alana's and G. Michael's could always be counted on for incorporating some tasty ramps into their springtime specials.

So, I've been trying to convince some farmers at the North Market to bring in ramps for a few weeks now.  "No one ever wants them!"  The farmer said.  "I do!"  I said.  "I pulled so many of those out of my flower beds - I just threw them away!" was the farmer's response.  Fortunately, later that day, the Widowphone rang - my super secret ramp delivery had arrived.  $9 a pound.  One farmer's weed, one woman's mission. I wait for these all year long, as they are fleeting.  Sadly, Husband doesn't like ramps.  I have to be stinky all by myself; I hope this is the year we make a convert.  Expect some wonderfully aromatic recipes.  To read more about ramps, see last year's ramp post.