Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Hunting for Ramps (Wild or Spring Leeks)

Just to get you warmed up to what I'm all about, I'm an artist, musician and lover of all things wild.  I've been chomping at the bit all winter long, just waiting for that first real glimpse of spring.  Today, the tulips are ankle-high to a Hobbit, and I heard my daughter yell, "We have a lake again!".  I can almost smell the chanterelle risotto now... But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself...
We'll talk about chanterelles later on in the summer.  Now we can look forward to the elusive morel, and that other Springtime treat, wild leeks.
Wild leeks (Allium tricoccum), or ramps as they're called throughout most of the midwest, are curiously strong member of the onion family, and have a flavor and odor that's a cross between garlic and scallions.  I usually stumble upon ramps when hunting for morels, and you can usually smell them before you see them.  Early in the Spring, when the leaves are still bright green, the entire plant is edible.  Later, the leaves will turn yellowish, and then the bulb and part of the stalk are the only parts you can eat.  You should also pay attention to the plants that are producing the tall shoots that contain the seeds, and try to leave those behind to propagate the following year.
Ramps can be used in place of garlic or onions in just about any recipe.  I usually can't help but to eat a few raw as I pick them, which inevitably causes extreme heartburn, but that never stops me...
They should be used very sparingly due to their strong flavor, and those of you that suffer a reaction from onions or garlic should be especially cautious. 
Usually ramps are found in sandy soil, and almost always near a water source.  Look on hillsides near rivers and streams, for example, and should eventually come across a patch or two.
In the meantime, check out this video I made about ramp foraging and gathering, and happy hunting!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Spring Approacheth

As the last traces of snow melt into the earth on this dreary mid-March morning, I can almost taste the imminent approach of the coming mushroom season.  This will last until I see snow gather once again next Fall, and that is a comforting thought...
I've always had a fondness for mushrooms, but my experience of them never went further than my local grocery store.  That all changed several years back when I received, as a gift,The National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Mushrooms..  My life would never be the same.
The following Summer I nearly tripped over several enormous Horse Mushrooms (Agaricus arvensis) growing in my yard.  After a positive identification provided by my new book, I sauteed and savored what would be the first of many wild harvested mushrooms.  What happened next was no fly-by-night fling or casual encounter, but a full blown love affair with all things mycological.
Each season I would add another species or two to my growing internal database of edible wild mushrooms, and my obsession with finding newer and rarer varieties flourished.  Just last year I began the study of using mushrooms medicinally through the use of teas and tinctures, which widened my experience of these natural wonders once again.
So now I patiently sit, waiting for those first few warm April nights that will trigger the beginning of Morel season here in Ohio.  I envy my brothers and sisters in the southern states that may already be stumbling upon those little gifts, but I'm secure in the fact that I will soon be trekking through the unmannered cathedral that is the open forest, and that someday soon I will look down to see a natural gem poking it's way through last year's carpet of Fall leaves.