Thursday, 30 June 2011
I spent a good part of my childhood being dragged across moorland by my parents, whatever the weather, under the guise that it was good for me. I'm occasionally nostalgic about this because i now live on a huge plain in the Mid West of America, without a single piece of green moorland in sight. Bracken was abundant on Ilkley Moor, but we would never have thought their immature fronds were edible. Earlier this season i stumbled across these fiddlehead ferns in a fish shop in Chicago. Slightly nervous about undercooking them i steamed them first for 5 minutes until tender before tossing them in a pan of hot olive oil and garlic for a minute. They were meaty and tasty.
Posted by Jane Ellen McKay