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.