Caramelized Ramp & Ribboned Asparagus Pizza

Caramelized Ramp & Ribboned Asparagus Pizza

I’m curious — is it just me, or has the spring ramp craze been extra crazed this year? At first, I thought maybe it just seemed that way because I finally started using Instagram (total old lady when it comes to embracing new forms of social media). But when I asked my mom last weekend if she and my dad had ever seen any ramps in the woods, she replied, “What is it with those things? Wai Shun (long-time family friend who owns a Japanese restaurant in Delhi, NY) asked me the same thing the other week.” She went on to say that they’d never come upon any, which surprises me considering their property consists of around 60 acres of forest-y land adjoining 500 acres of state land. She then called yesterday to tell me that she’d spoken with the woman who runs a little garden center/farm stand in the neighboring town, and when my mom asked her about ramps, she was equally unsure of their existence on her property, although thought that might be what’s been growing under her blueberry bushes. But she said that just that past weekend, some douchetastic guy that was clearly up visiting from the city (better known ’round those parts as a “citiot”) came into the store demandingly searching for ramps as well.

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Asparagus & Greek Yogurt Custard Galette with Pickled Mustard Seeds & Lemon Zest

Asparagus, Cauliflower, & Greek Yoghurt Custard Galette

Do you ever have those weeks when you feel like the biggest, most accident-prone lummox alive? Those weeks when you think, “I’m going to stay right here, inside my house, and maybe just right in this chair, until I’m feeling safe enough to be around people and stuff again”? For me, last week was one of those weeks.

It all began two Sundays ago, when E and I returned from visiting NY for our Dad’s birthday. After a four hour car ride and a trip to the grocery store immediately upon returning home because I was starving, and there was no food to be eaten, all I wanted to do was put on some comfy pants and kick back with a glass of wine. If you’re a regular reader, you may remember me mentioning the overflowing dresser drawers in my closet a couple weeks ago. Being difficult to close, these drawers often just remain open, thanks to my laziness. Also, my closet (which can be referred to as a walk-in closet in only the most literal sense, as one can indeed talk a few steps into it) does not contain a working light. I’d run my shoulder into an open drawer a couple of times and thought, “ow, I should really close these more.” But on Sunday, as I went barreling into my dark closet, reaching down to grab comfy things from a bottom compartment, it was my face that made contact with the corner of an open drawer.

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Sriracha-Roasted Chickpeas & Cauliflower with Pickled Mustard Seeds

Sriracha-Roasted Chickpeas & Cauliflower with Pickled Mustard Seeds

For everyone that celebrated Easter this past weekend, I hope you had a great time! I hosted again this year (and gave a little run-down of the menu on Saturday), and we had a blast. Good friends + good food + many emptied bottles of champagne = best. easter. ever.

While I was extremely happy with the way all the dishes turned out (despite the fact that we ate about an hour later than I intended), the stars in my eyes were two very simple things that I prepared the night before. So much so that I actually remade both so I could tell you all about them. We’ll talk about the other next week. (I’m super psyched for that, as I think I actually managed to improve it the second time around with the slightest of tweaks. Also, it involves booze. Huzzah.) But right now, we’re going to talk about my new favorite condiment: pickled mustard seeds.

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Inside-Out Ravioli

Inside-Out Ravioli

I, as a child, was an absurdly picky eater. I have alluded to this on occasion, but I’ve held back on detailing my full blown neurosis for quite some time. Let’s discuss.

The first few minutes of my dinner were devoted to inspection. I would sift through and overturn every single thing on my plate, searching for a rogue onion that might have managed to latch onto my special, onion-free latke, or any other suspect ingredients that my mother might be trying to sneak by me. She once cut up pear slices and tried to pass them off as apples. I had none of that. She also once forgot to separate out my special latke before adding onions to the mixture, and served it to me convinced that I wouldn’t notice. YEAH RIGHT, MOM. You know those teeny tiny mushroom bits in Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup? I’d pick all of them out of my tuna noodle casserole before I’d even take a bite of it. My food could not touch other food. My orange juice always had to be strained. (Pulp-free orange juice is a MYTH people — it always needs to be strained. I still hate pulp. Blech.)

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Root Vegetable Slaw & Swiss Chard Fritters

Root Vegetable Slaw & Swiss Chard Fritters

I, as a Libra, am apparently indecisive by nature. (Whether you buy into astrology/zodiac stuff or not, I can confirm that I am extremely indecisive. I may also be a little obsessed with fairness and balance. I share a birthday with Niels Bohr and Desmond Tutu — I think that’s pretty awesome. Wait, what am I talking about?)

That, actually, is exactly what I’m trying to talk about. Every year, the winter-spring and summer-fall cusps render me completely, totally spaztastic bonkers. My indecisive, somewhat flighty nature is amplified by a thousand. I am extremely excitable. I write run-on sentences with lots of exclamation points. It feels like my brain has been replaced with a hummingbird, causing my mind to flit about without ever landing for a moment’s rest. (This is also the time of year when I need to be hyper-aware of my mood if I’m at a party or out having a drink, because half a glass of booze will turn me into the Chattiest Cathy ever. And if I happen to realize in the middle of a conversation that the person I’m talking to probably thinks I’m totally bombed, I can’t exactly stop in the middle of my sentence and say, “oh by the way, I’m not drunk, it’s just the MANIA!” Yeah……I’m not crazy at all.)

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