A Singular Taste

I have a friend who brought me a bunch of wild ramps yesterday.  A lovely and generous thing to do as they were foraged by her son and are quite the rare delicacy.  They are an allium, a wild leek / onion sort of thing that is quite pretty to look at and NOT so pretty to smell… but on the other hand (or leaf), ramps probably find me wildly lacking in scent!  It’s all relative.

At any rate… she included some pages from the internet that suggested a pesto from the greens.  I chopped the leaves, tossed them in the Vita Mix with some olive oil, walnuts and a bit of salt – and lots of tamping later… I had a pesto for the brave of heart.

Tasting that very strong taste got me thinking about how I don’t always just taste ingredients.  I get so eager for the end product that I lose sight of the wonderful components.  And of course the expectations I have for how something will taste can definitely interfere with my ability to appreciate a new taste.  I know this is a BIG problem for my 11 year old.  We try to avoid enticing him to try things via comparisons with the familiar as that usually ends in failure : “It doesn’t taste like _____ at all!  I don’t care for it.”

Ruminating on single tastes, new tastes and expectations reminded me of the portion of our home Sunday morning service contributed by my son last weekend.  We are trying to find ways to be more aware and mindful and ‘in the moment,’ so he wanted us to touch some things with eyes closed, listen to some things with minds open and taste some singular things.  He looked in the frig and chose strawberry, apple, baby spinach, and kiwi.

I was quite surprised that he chose baby spinach and even more surprised when he himself pronounced the taste to be ‘pretty good’ and ‘kind of nutty’.  Interesting how differently we perceive things when the aim is to perceive them and not to judge them.  I, in a moment of bad role modeling, did not even try the kiwi because I knew it to be less than ripe and therefore quite tart which makes my right eyelid close and flutter and causes an expression that is an endless source of delight to my husband and son.  But I too was impressed with the flavor of each item.  I was interested by the complexity when I ate it with the sole intention of tasting it.

So what to do with the rest of the ramps?  How to taste the other parts of this unique gift?  Along with some asparagus and some Brussels sprouts, I cut a few of the bulbs in half and after drizzling all with just enough olive oil to prevent sticking, roasted them in the oven.

No salt, no pepper, just some veggies.  I appreciated their flavor and tried to eat them without asking what would make them better.  The ramps that were thin got a bit crispy and were very mild.  The thicker bulbs retained some of their pungency and were smushy and moist in the middle.  I enjoyed tasting them all and nourishing myself with this bare bones meal (served with Little Sis’ bean sprout namul).

On a good day I take the time to be grateful for the wonderful bounty around me… to see it, and smell it, and taste it and appreciate each single moment.

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10 responses

  1. I have never even heard of ramps before! It is always fun to try something new. Sometimes it ends up becoming an old favorite before you know it!

    • I’m with ya! New tastes can become old friends. I froze some of the ramps as well as they are not usable for long, so I’m going to try incorporating them into soup. I love to put leek tops into soup, so we’ll see what that’s like!

      • Oh leeks in soup are divine. My favorite is potato leek soup. I think my ratio of leeks is higher than potatoes i like them so much!

      • You are wise to have leeks on the high end of the ratio ; ) I’m so excited to have some leeks in my garden for the first time… They should be ready soon (or may have to be eaten anyway as it is getting hot here!)

    • I had NO IDEA that you could eat stink horns! They do indeed stink and I am not that adventurous also. I can’t imagine the depth of hunger laying claim to the person who first witnessed some other mammal eat one and decide to try it. P.U. Very funny – thanks for sharing, sorry I can’t be the hero who has tried them ; )

  2. OH RAMPS!!! deee-lish. Make a nice quiche, it’ll tame down the ramps a bit if you cook them a bit first. Lucky you! Had a secret ramp pickin’ place but lost it to floods last summer 😦
    *anna

    • Thanks for the quiche idea – I’ll try that, I LOVE eggs. Sorry you lost your secret place! I would really love to find a place to pick morel mushrooms. Not sure they even grow here in Middle Tennessee – might be too hot!

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