I’m going to pretend that  dusting of snow never happened and keep focusing on all the green things that are popping up.
Our good friends the Vinks were over last week, and during a short hike around our property Pam found wild chives.
I practically wet my pants out of excitement. Food! Growing wild in our yard!

wild chives

Pam also confirmed those weird looking leaves in the middle of our lawn are indeed rhubarb. I haven’t eaten much rhubarb, but what I’ve eaten I remember hating. I’ll have to cook some up and try it again, now that we have a local source.
At least once a day I take a walk around our three and a half acres, usually in the woodsier area by the creek. It’s amazing to see how quickly the plants adjust to even a few days of warm weather, and how quickly some of them are growing. An entire patch of garlic mustard appeared practically overnight.
garlic mustard

Garlic mustard is an invasive species that can have terrible effects on native plants: It effectively poisons the ground, making it suitable only for itself. That said, I’ve read that it’s good eats, so I whipped up some garlic mustard pesto for lunch.

Garlic mustard pesto. It wasn’t that good.

Of course I enjoyed eating some wild food– and I’m sure the bitter and slightly-garlicky leaves provided me with many vitamins and minerals– but it was not especially tasty.
However, the ramps I discovered are ridiculously good! Ramps, also known as wild leeks, look like green onions and smell like garlic. I’ve been watching them pop up out of the soil, but didn’t realize what they were until I dug one up. Now that I know what to look for, I’ve discovered a handful of other patches on our property.

what a pretty vegetable

My first bite of ramp was certainly one of the more delightful foraged foods I’ve eaten. I finished the plant on a slice of bread, a sort of ramp-garlic-bread. It was a delicious snack that affected my breath for hours.
Of course this was bound to happen. The original appeal of fishing was free swimming meals, just waiting to be caught and eaten. Wild food appeals to my extreme cheapness (I like to call it frugality) and my desire to do things myself. Eating food I found and prepared myself is like bonus points.

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