T'is the time of year again for Fiddleheads. We had a friend who knew a landowner who had Ostrich Ferms growing wild so I was able to harvest them from the wild in the last few years.
But our friend moved to Texas and so this year I had to buy ours from the supermarket.
It has been a learning curve for me. A number of years ago I was hiking with John in the Battlefield (yes, where the Brits were defeated) and I came across a field full of Fiddleheads. John joined in to harvest the heads. When we got home I diligently cleaned and boiled them and sauteed them in butter and garlic aferwards. We were excited.
Yuck! They tasted like earwax and we spat them out. Now I pay more attention. They were not Ostrich Ferm Fiddleheads, but some other fern. I do recall they were hairier than I remembered. Luckily I am not so adventurous with mushrooms!
* simmered in a skillet in water for 6 minutes (pictured) and tossed with olive oil and Dijon mustard = delicious
1 comment:
Mmm fiddleheads! tho I am wondering how you knew the others tasted like earwax?
Oh wait, I've guessed it!
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