Showing posts from May, 2012

Spring is Here! Bring on the Fiddlehead Ferns!

When I was a kid, a sure sign of Spring was the appearance of Fiddlehead Ferns on our dinner plate.  I believe they brought back memories from my mother's childhood.  Mom was a child of "The Great Depression".  I know there was nothing great about it for my grandparents.  But for a time, my mother's playground was Ward Pound Ridge Reservation in Westchester County, New York.  My grandfather took advantage of what the federal government had to offer in the way of employment, and, for him it was wrangling, teaching and guiding unemployed young men in the Civilian Conservation Corps. After her school day in the one-room-schoolhouse ended, Mother would roam the woods of the Reservation.  Thirty years later, she still knew that the Mountain Laurel were in full bloom on Father's Day.  She knew where to find Trillium and Lady's Slipper Orchids.  And she'd remember foraging for the furled, young fern fronds to accompany a Sunday chicken dinner.  I'm sure her…