Fiddleheads

I Heart Fiddleheads 2 photograph by Marie Cameron 2013

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!

Fiddlehead Curl 4 photograph by Marie Cameron 2013

Fiddlehead Curl 3 photograph by Marie Cameron 2013

Fiddlehead Edge photograph by Marie Cameron 2013

Fiddlehead Curl photograph by Marie Cameron 2013

Fiddleheads Together photograph by Marie Cameron 2013

Fiddleheads and Ferns photograph by Marie Cameron 2013

Fiddlehead Frying Pan photograph by Marie Cameron 2013

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!