Ramps: The True Sign of Spring

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I was sitting on the porch of a friend's house in a tiny town deep in the West Virginia Appalachians when a woman walked up and introduced herself. She was a forager, she said, hired by New York chef Gray Kunz to buy up all the ramps and morels--wild leeks and mushrooms, that is--she could get hold of. Somebody sent her my way because I'm from New York and a cook, and I'd been rooting around for the same thing for years.

"Damn," I thought on hearing of her connection to Kunz. "The hungry maw of New York has found its way here, even."

"Here" being the town I where retreated because it seems like one of the few remote places left in America, isolated by mountains and rough winding roads, untouched by the relentless din of the mainstream.

I had to admit, I was part of that maw, too, living a city life and hungry for more than I found there, hungry for the hottest of commodities: real food and whatever else I could find with roots in the wild--unplanned, unregulated, unprocessed, unkempt. It's the reason I first barreled down to West Virginia 35 years ago with friends to the Helvetia ramp supper, taking two days to travel four hours, stopping at roadhouses like the Lulu Belle Inn with a pink neon sign that said "Lulu Belle" against the starry sky and the Blue Rock Baptist church, spare and quiet as a bone.

All this is the backstory of the ramps, a personal cultural history that to me is part of their power and why I love to eat them.

What I found in Helvetia was a feast served family-style in the community hall by the Farm Women's Association: ham, beans, cornbread, slaw, applesauce, hash browns, ramps raw and cooked. Depending on the weather, the raw ramps, like a lily of the valley with a scallion bulb, could range from fiercely peppery to sweetly pungent riffs on garlic-leek-shallot-chive. Fried with rendered bacon in an iron skillet, they melted into spinachy greens, their flavors deeply mellowed. The supper was followed at dusk by a square dance that rocked the hall for hours with fiddle music whose wild strains reverberated throughout the valley. These people meant it.

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Photo by Laurie Smith

The yearly ramp supper celebrates the first living thing to poke through the ground in spring and the end of a long, harsh winter. You eat "messes of ramps", enough to register profoundly on body and spirit in a rampy sweat that works its way through your pores and makes you exude a feral smell of onions, musk and earth, makes you feel the life force of the mountains coursing through your blood. There, I also found native trout, violet jam, dandelion wine that tasted like a fine Sauterne, raw milk cheeses aged in cool, sweet-smelling cellars, morels, bear, venison, and an extraordinary mincemeat made from a hog's head.

But more than that, I found amazing people, many of them ancient, who remembered a whole other way of life: Swiss that settled in Appalachia and became a mix of the two to make a culture as complex and beautiful as anything I'd found in travels to Europe or South America. Their food arose out of simple necessity. It's what was there, or what frugal people could do with what was there, like my friend Kay who hunts wild turkey and deer to fill her freezer every fall. Last spring she gave me some turkey thighs to try cooking.

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After four and a half hours of slow braising in wine the meat finally became tender but was so laced with dark flavors that it was to hard to face. Kay told me the turkey must have been feeding on ramps--wild multiplied. She'd thrown hers away. All this is the backstory of the ramps, a personal cultural history that to me is part of their power and why I love to eat them.

The forager chatted a bit and went on her way. I thought of sitting in Telepan or Babbo or any other fine restaurant in a big American city in spring and finding ramps on the menu, a nod to the season. Those ramps are invariably tamed, stripped bare of their assertive flavor and stink by careful cooking so they won't overwhelm, served in portions so meager as to seem sacramental due no doubt to their scarcity and fleeting season. Even so, I suspect that the simple fact of their being wild can shift our view slightly and remind us of another side of things.

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Sally Schneider writes The Improvised Life, a lifestyle blog about improvising as a daily practice. Her cookbook The Improvisational Cook is now out in paperback. More

Sally Schneider is the founder of The Improvised Life, a lifestyle blog that inspires you to devise, invent, create, make it up as you go along, from design and cooking to cultivating the creative spirit. It's been called a "zeitgeist-perfect website." She is a regular contributor to public radio's The Splendid Table and the author of the best-selling cookbooks The Improvisational Cook and A New Way to Cook, which was recently named one of the best books of the decade by The Guardian. She has won numerous awards, including four James Beard awards, for her books and magazine writing.

Sally has worked as a journalist, editor, stylist, lecturer, restaurant chef, teacher, and small-space consultant, and once wrangled 600 live snails for the photographer Irving Penn. Her varied work has been the laboratory for the themes she writes and lectures about: improvising as an essential operating principle; cultivating resourcefulness and your inner artist; design, style, and food; and anything that is cost-effective, resourceful, and outside the box.

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