This fine feline would like to fill you in on the fun fellowship that's been happening at the farmhouse.
You see, we've been busy fiddlin' around these parts lately.
Fiddlehead'n, that is, with Fiddlehead Ferns.
You see it all started when I told the Artist that I wanted to eat asparagus and fiddleheads every day while they're in season. Fiddleheads have an exceptionally quick season. So fast, in fact, that last year I only had the chance to taste them once, then presto, they were gone. Having pined after them for an entire year, I wasn't going to let that situation play out all over again.
We've been far away in fantasies of food fixins, of the fiddlehead sort.
They fare very well with asparagus, steamed with lemon juice,
or fried in butter and garlic,
and maybe with some shrimp,
along with some pasta.
Or maybe a steak would be fine?
Don't forget the first meal of the day, breakfast!
There's no better way to start the day than with a fiddlehead and asparagus omelette.
But sorry, I didn't get a picture. Time is a precious commodity at five thirty in the morning.
As a matter of fact, frauline, yes I do. Now where was I?
How about fiddleheads and pasta with pesto formulated by the Artist last fall.
And, of course, it wouldn't be right to finish off the final day of the week, Friday, without our regular flat bread, also known as pizza and this was the grand finale.
It was fantastic.
Unless you're a finicky fusspot.
In that case, you go straight to the Friday night film fest.
Now playing...
I would never do a thing like that!
~
This post is brought to you by the letter
F for the full entertainment of Dandy, and her husband B, over at
Spontaneous Clapping, who were curious back in March, after visiting the
Ferry Building in San
Francisco, if anyone had ever actually
tried Fiddleheads.
I believe her
question has been
Ful
Filled.
And with that, I will Finish while I'm ahead....
...this is addictive.
~Fare-well Friends~