Every spring there is one event that I look forward to the most, without question…fiddle head picking. Hunting for fiddle heads is like going on a treasure hunt. Fiddle heads grow along creek banks and flood plains. It always takes a long time to find the first cluster of green nobs poking out through the leafy debris, but once you do the whole forest floor opens up. I find the whole thing exciting and addictive. No matter how many I find, I just can’t stop. It’s like if they are there they have to be picked.
Last week I went into the woods with a friend from CT and his daughter. Chloe, who is five, didn’t find the experience as fun or exhillerating as her father and I did. She did, however, eat them at dinner which was a nice surprise. To cook fiddle heads you need to blanch them first. I love them sauteed with bacon and onions…soo yummy.
Here are some photos from the hunt.