Nothing says spring like fiddleheads. They look almost prehistoric and there have been some forms of ferns around since prehistoric times. Last night we had roasted fiddleheads with our dinner. I used to fry them but I like them better roasted. They taste a bit like asparagus but you don't need to buy them at the grocery store. We have several patches growing around the house and often you can find huge patches in the woods here in Pennsylvania. What makes them so precious is the extremely short harvest time. They are just ripe for picking for less than one week in my area. We have been out of town for five days so that leaves me with two days to find and roast my fiddleheads. Once they stop looking like the top of the neck of a violin they are no longer fiddleheads and are now ferns, but they spread by spores so next year your patch should be even larger. It is like they are making music but it is a short sweet song so get out there and sing along as you harvest your fiddleheads.
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