I saw a few more clusters as I made my way along. Then, looking further ahead, a saw some green through the trees. The nice thing about ramps is that they're easy to spot- the forest floor is covered with dead, brown leaves and the bright green of the ramps stands out well. But, what I was looking at looked like a sea of green.
I looked back at my sister, a ways behind me and down the slope a bit, managing to pick a few ramps here and there. I didn't want to yell, "RAAAAAAAMPS!!!!" before I was sure that that's what I was looking at. I kept walking until I was finally sure. A sea of green ramps. I called back to her and as we approached the
patch acres of ramps, I couldn't help repeating, "Oh my god.... Oh my god..."
It went on forever. It felt like winning the lottery. Oh man, we picked so many. I brought them home and washed them.
I picked twice that many but dropped a bag full off at my mom's.
First, my favorite way to preserve the ramps:
Ramp butter. Just salted butter, lemon juice and minced ramps. This makes the best "garlic" butter. I made two rolls and put them into the freezer.
Pickled ramp bulbs:
The bulbs aren't very big. I'm not sure if that's going to come a little later in the season, after they've had more time to grow, of if the patch is so thick/choked with ramps that they don't have enough nutrients to get very large.
Heading back out again this week or weekend to get more.