I laid down a few rules for myself before I started this website. No using that word that starts with “food” and ends in “i-e.” No going into detail about things like the interplay between quince paste and aged gouda. No fetishizing. No buying into the whole two-week ramp frenzy that takes over farmers markets and f--dies this time of year. (Aren't there more important things to get excited about, like, for instance my daughter's 15-second solo in the 2nd Grade Songfest last week? I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Fried Fish with Ramps
Fried Fish with Ramps
Fried Fish with Ramps
I laid down a few rules for myself before I started this website. No using that word that starts with “food” and ends in “i-e.” No going into detail about things like the interplay between quince paste and aged gouda. No fetishizing. No buying into the whole two-week ramp frenzy that takes over farmers markets and f--dies this time of year. (Aren't there more important things to get excited about, like, for instance my daughter's 15-second solo in the 2nd Grade Songfest last week? I'm sorry. I'm sorry.