Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Fiddleheads in spring mud.

One spring, I will host a dinner deep in the forest.

A dozen guests, formal attire, candles, white table cloth, old silverware. I'll serve wild boar and venison, fiddleheads and ramps, piles of buttery mushrooms. Our shoes will get muddy. It's possible that we'll sleep in the bushes.

Maybe I'll do this spring dinner with Iso Rabins.

1 comment:

carmel said...

you should read the cosmic feast by david mckay. all his recipes come with a suggestion of how to eat them and where... it's soooo fun! and the recipes are delish!