foraging for ‘REAL’: ramps etc with recipe

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This weekend, I will take a few days off to go down to West Virginia to the Ramp Supper in Helvetia, West Virginia, a feast served family style in the community hall by the Farm Women’s Association – ham, beans, cornbread, slaw, applesauce, hash browns, ramps raw and cooked. Depending on the weather, the raw ramps – like a lily of the valley with a scallion bulb -  could range from fiercely peppery to sweetly pungent riffs on garlic-leek-shallot-chive. Fried with rendered bacon in an iron skillet, they melt into garlicy greens, their flavors deeply mellowed. The supper is followed at dusk by a square dance that rocks the hall for hours with fiddle music whose wild strains reverberate throughout the valley. These people mean it. The yearly ramp supper is in celebration of the first living thing to poke through the ground in spring and the end of a long, harsh winter.In Helvetia, you eat “messes of ramps”, enough to register profoundly on body and spirit in a rampy sweat that works its way through your pores and makes you exude a feral smell of onions, musk and earth, makes you feel the life force of the mountains coursing through your blood.

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Helvetia is one of the few remote places left in America, isolated by mountains and rough winding roads, untouched by the relentless din of the mainstream, where there’s food to be found that’s deeply REAL – unplanned, unprocessed, unkempt. Over thirty years of visits, I’ve found native trout, violet jam, dandelion wine that tasted like a fine Sauterne, raw milk cheeses aged in cool, sweet-smelling cellars, morels, bear, venison, and an extraordinary mincemeat made from a hog’s head. But more than that, I found amazing people, many of them ancient, who remembered a whole other way of life:  Swiss that settled in Appalachia and became a mix of the two to make a culture as complex and beautiful as anything I’d found in travels to Europe or South America. Their food arose out of simple necessity: It’s what was there, or what frugal people could do with what was there, like my friend Kay who hunts wild turkey and deer to fill her freezer every fall. Last spring she gave me some turkey thighs to try cooking. After 4 ½ hours of slow braising in wine the meat finally became tender but was so laced with dark flavors that it was to hard to face. Kay told me the turkey must have been feeding on ramps – wild multiplied; she’d thrown hers away.  All this is the back story of the ramps, a personal cultural history that to me is part of their power and why I love to eat them.

Sally Schneider

Sally Schneider

I am haunted by the question “Where is wild?” I need that primal connection to live. So I forage New York in my city way, eyes peeled. Ramps dug in the Catskills are in abundance in the Union Square farmer’s market in May. I’ll buy an armful to take home and cook myself a proper mess, or make a raw ramp and cornbread sandwich layered with shavings of cold butter, to keep me sane, make me feel, through all difficulties, that I am alive and grounded, fed.

Recipe: Pasta with Ramps

Here, ramps are cooked extra-virgin olive oil and tossed with pasta and Parmigiano Reggiano, a wild play on the classic Italian pasta with garlic, pepperoncino and greens.

This dish is also delicious made with pancetta in stead of the olive oil. Dice the pancetta and  cooked covered until crisp and the fat is rendered; then proceed as directed.

(The basic method of cleaning and skillet-cooking ramps is useful for all manner of recipes and improvisations.)

4 servings

1 1/4 -to 1 1/2 pounds fresh ramps
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil or half oil and half butter
1/8-1/4 teaspoon crushed dried Italian red pepper (peperoncino) or red pepper flakes
Salt
1/2 pound dry pasta, in any shape, such as penne, linguine or orecchiette
Freshly ground pepper
1/2 – 3/4 cup grated Parmigiano Reggiano or Pecorino cheese

To prepare the ramps, trim off the roots with a paring knife and slip off any discolored or dead skin the clings to the bulbs. Wash the ramps in several changes of water and drain well. (As you clean the ramps, stack into loose bundles, so the bulbs and leaves are lined up; this will make them easier to cut). Place on a cutting board and cut off the bulbs; cut the leaves in half crosswise. Reserve both bulbs and leaves.  Put a large pot of water on to boil.

In a large nonstick skillet, set over low heat, combine the the ramp bulbs, olive oil and 1/3 cup  water;  cover and cook until the bulbs are soft about 10 to 15 minutes. Add the peperoncino, and cook, tossing frequently, about 1 minute. With a tablespoon, scoop about 1 tablelspoon of the oil into a small bowl and reserve.  Add the  ramp greens to the pan along with 1/2 teaspoon salt and about 3 tablespoons water.

Cover and cook over moderately high heat, tossing frequently until the greens  are tender and the water has completely evaporated about 5 minutes (if the water evaporates before the greens are cooked, add tablespoon or two more to the pan.)   If too much water is left in the pan once the vegetables are cooked through, uncover, increase the heat to high and boil it off, or simply drain it off). Turn the heat to low and cook, stirring occasionally,  until the bulbs and greens are  meltingly tender and the greens are n o longer stringy.  Turn off the heat.

Meanwhile, salt the boiling water well.  Add the pasta and cook until tender but still slightly firm to the bite. Using a measuring cup, scoop out about 1/4 cup of the cooking water and reserve.  Drain the pasta well.

Pour the reserved cooking water back into the pasta pot.   Add the reserved ramp oil, and the cooked  ramps and bring to a boil for 30 seconds. Add the drained pasta and toss to coat, seasoning with salt and plenty of freshly ground pepper.  Divide the pasta among four warm shallow soup bowls, spooning some of the vegetables over each.  Serve at once passing the cheese on the side.

Click here to read more of Sally’s writing about Helvetia (originally published in Saveur).

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With thanks to Laurie Smith for her wonderful photos of ramps in Helvetia.

9 Responses to foraging for ‘REAL’: ramps etc with recipe

  1. Marni Goldshlag 04.23.2010 at 9:36am #

    Have you read Barbara Kingsolver’s “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle”? She also writes about ramps and, I think, has a similar recipe for using them.

  2. Pam 04.23.2010 at 10:48am #

    Wasn’t there a fairy tale that involved one character, a male, poaching ramps from the garden of royalty for his wife or beloved who was having serious cravings for said veggie? I have never seen or heard of ramps outside of that unknown tale and this post. That is what I love about life-all those random and unexpected connections!

  3. Laura [What I Like] 04.23.2010 at 11:53am #

    Wow, Helvetia certainly sounds like a place worth making the trip to! I like ramps, but I’ll admit I’m always a little annoyed by all of the rhapsodizing about them at the Greenmarket in New York…and the $3 per tiny bunch price tag! But ramps in Helvetia sound absolutely divine. Perfectly basic yet incredibly celebratory. A wonderful beginning to spring.

  4. Nikki 04.25.2010 at 8:37pm #

    That gathering sounds wonderful…I’ve heard of ramps all my life (i’m from Kentucky) but never cooked them. Now I have a jones for ramps!

  5. Sally 04.26.2010 at 7:54pm #

    Thanks for mentioning the book. I’ll check it out.

  6. Sally 04.26.2010 at 7:59pm #

    YES Pam, there IS a fairy tale where hunger for ramps caused all sorts of trials and fates (as I remember, it was a variation of the Rapunzel story). You are one of the very few people who have made that connection in all the years I’ve been eating ramps (close to forty). Thanks!

  7. nameLinda Ogden 04.29.2010 at 2:56pm #

    I grew up in Buckhannon, WV but my family is from the Helvetia and Pickens, WV area. I grew up eating ramps from the time I was a little girl. I continued to attend the ramp dinners in helvetia and Pickens, WV after I was married and until moving to Florida.

  8. Sandy Burky 04.29.2010 at 3:21pm #

    Well done! It was nice spending time with you in Helvetia!

  9. Sally 04.29.2010 at 4:13pm #

    Really nice seeing you!

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