With a Chef’s Ramp Kimchi Recipe, West Goes East
How a chef in West Virginia first fell for Allium tricoccum and the new heights she’s taking them to.
Hunting Morels and Ramps in North Carolina
A hunt for morels and wild leeks in the Blue Ridge Mountains outside of Asheville leads to a host of edible discoveries.
Wildly Garlicky Signs of Spring
The first shoots of wild edibles are beginning to appear in New York and I’m thrilling at their arrival. Late at night, on my way home from the gym, on Easter Sunday, I can’t stop myself from stepping off the sidewalk to pull at the first hints of allium. Wild garlic has begun sprout in …
Morel-less for Mother’s Day
It’s Mother’s Day when I finally arrive in Benzie County and I have nothing but a handful of leeks to show for it. Every forest I’ve stepped into has been bone dry, save for Waterloo at the southern end of the state. Hunting what the DNR labeled a small 2015 burn, but which was barely …
The Ramps of Allegheny
I leave NJ in a tremble of excitement. I leave NJ in a driving in rain. I’m headed west, it’s spring, and the maps I watch and the mushroom groups I follow all indicate that Michigan is on the precipice of morel season. I pack my bags—no nice clothes, just jeans for the evening, a …
In Search of Southern Comforts
It’s too early for morels, probably too dry, too, but I headed to Virginia last week looking for my favorite springtime wild edible anyway. Actually, that’s not true. I went south to learn about Virginia wines and to attend the Virginia Wine Summit, but that gave me an excuse to arrive early and scout the area. I made …
Wild Onion for Easter
It’s always the last thing you spot, the hidden-in-plain site prize feet away from your car. I descended on the Delaware Water Gap, just west of the Appalachian Trail, on a sunny late March Saturday, the day before Easter. It was 60 degrees, unseasonable but welcome, and while I didn’t expect to find much, morel …