On a warm, variably sunny and cloudy Sunday afternoon in April, along a swampy riverbank somewhere upstate, a girl and her two poodles, a Slow Foodist from Munich, a wacky naturalist foraging guide, and a bunch of amature foragers went on a hunt for the elusive fiddlehead fern..
Back at the ranch..
A foraged fiddlehead omelette
Serves two hungry foragers
Crack five fresh organic brown eggs into a bowl and use a dinner fork to beat them until well mixed. Don’t forget a pinch of sel and a few cracks of fresh piper. Meanwhile, your favourite omelette pan is heating and melting some good butter and a drop of olio. Pour the beaten eggs into the pan and let the bottom seal for a few moments. Now for the fun part. Drop the fiddleheads into the egg. Plop plop plop.. More please. Plop plop plop.. Yes please, keep going, Plop plop plop.. Once you’ve plop plop plopped all your foraged fiddleheads into the egg,.. ..be sure to turn the flame down to medium-low, or this is what will happen.. But all was not lost. The foraged fiddlehead omelette turned out okay.. ..and was enjoyed by two foraging friends..
Bon appétit et fais de beaux rêves..
*I cannot claim ownership of this joke. Thanks goes to Wildman Steve Brill, who puts on quite a show for all the folks that come out to join on his weekly foraging tours.