A million years ago, my landlord gave me a bag of ramps he'd harvested himself. Not necessarily knowing what to do with ramps, I considered my options: pesto. Salad. Soup.
Boyfriend took one look and decided it for me: pizza.
They were salty, soft and richer than an onion or leek.
In short: nomtastic.
3 comments:
Ooooh...good call on the pizza. That looks delicious!
i don't even know what they are but they do look good!
I like this one...
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