Stinky treasure–a mess of ramps.
My cousin, who introduced me to ramps several years ago, picks up a bag of ramps every spring from a roadside stand and brings them to me. It’s my annual gift of ramps. (I’d already cooked up half the ramps before I took this picture.) I’ve been working on growing my own ramps for three years now, and while I still can’t harvest any of my own (I don’t want to disturb them yet–I’m leaving them alone to spread for a few more years), I keep planting more. As I cooked up my latest bag of ramps, I cut off the ends and saved them to plant. One of these days, I’m gonna have a hillside full of ramps!
I love ramps!