Fiddleheads take me back out east to a creekside forest in springtime Nova Scotia where I gathered buckets of these tender spirals with my friend Marge. It was a cool, damp morning years ago somewhere between Wallace and Tatamagouche and I’ll never forget it. I l just love that feeling of gathering in the wild – blue berries, black berries I’m in – though I do draw the line at mushrooms!
It is rare to find fiddleheads on my Californian grocery shelf but today I lucked out! They are a luxury, but so worth it! I clean them really well, steam until tender, sauté them with a little olive oil or butter, and add a squeeze of lemon and a dash of salt and pepper. My son who can be a picky eater called them twirly whirlies and popped them in his mouth like candy!
I miss Marge!
We all miss Marge, sweet, strong lady, sadly taken long before her time. A special person in your life & all who knew her. We can only celebrate precious times of sharing these wonderful kinds of persons in our lives. Wild & beautiful GREEN swirly twirly miniature ferns. BE
Fine pictures. You could be a food photog.
Thanks Jon! It was a challenge to shoot them and get them on the table with the rest of the dinner – we had salmon, orzo salad and blueberry pie!