Sunday, June 26, 2011

Ramped Up

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.


Rebekka Seale said...

Ooooh...good call on the pizza. That looks delicious!

Bridget said...

i don't even know what they are but they do look good!

diary said...

I like this one...

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