Gifts From The Matriarch

My Mom rocks.

Her finger is always on the pulse of our kitchen because I blab, blab, blab to her all the live-long day about addROC's many adventures in the great culinary abyss.

I'm lucky, because, she's not one of those boyfriend-hater Moms.

In fact, knowing I'm with addROC gives her comfort. Not only because she knows I'm loved and taken care of, but, most importantly, because she knows I'm well fed!

So, when it's time to give gifts to addROC, she's always thinkin' about food.

So, for his b-day this year, she got him a set of Le Creuset Crock Bowls.

Um, Sweeeeeeet!!!

So, addROC took his gifts, and did what he does best, cook up some food!

Tonight's special?

French Onion Soup!

Holla! (And, thanks Ma!)

Ramp Me, Baby.

RAMPS RAMPS RAMPS.

All the live-long day.

Everyone who's anyone in the food community, and beyond, is talking about these wild leeks. Foodie friends, all the blogs, snooty and otherwise, it's insane. I had to know, what is soooo great about these little fuckers?

Why did I have to go to the Greenmarket in Union Square BEFORE work, just to make sure what seemed like Greenmarket contraband hadn't sold out? And, furthermore, WHY did I pay $6 for just two bushells? Eh? Eh?

Well, after much skepticism, I found out what the big frikkin' deal was with ramps.

They are delicious.

If I have to get up early to get the little buggers again, so help me God, I will.
It was a meal to remember, partly due to the mystery that was somehow solved, and partly due to addROC's superb execution. Which, will unfold below:

addROC Sautés Ramps and Prosciutto .



Then, adds pasta and a healthy amount of delicious Romano Cheese.



Plate and savor.



RAMPS. RAMPS. RAMPS.

I annoy addROC with my obnoxious ramp songs.

But, take my word for it, they're worth singing about.


Get up early, and shake your putootie over to the Greenmarket for New York's Culinary Contraband!!!

RAMPS!!!