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PHOTO OF MARIO BATALI BY LIZA LENTINI, PHOTO OF SPAGHETTI WITH RAMPS BY PAM LEWY Ramps are Spring's gift. Use accordingly. By Mario Batali on the rampage! I have harped for years and years on the joy and deliciousness of geo-specific and local ingredients eaten “in season,” and with some mirth have seen the crowds, certainly not due to my rantings, at the Union Square Greenmarket become quite intense over the last 10 years. The search for the uniquely regional starts at the beginning of the very last phrase of spring in the mid- Atlantic region, south to the Carolinas and as far north as the Berkshires. Ramps are the very first green leaves to force their way up through the layer of last autumn’s dormant foliage lying in preparation for its transformation into next year’s soil. The first ramp’s appearance in April is more exciting than any Groundhog Day festival and is fervently celebrated like opening day for the Yankees by foodies all over, as the first sign that local produce is, in fact, on its way again! Ramps, the A Rod of the 860-or-so members of the eligible lily family allium, are greeted with a joy and nearly religious fervor much like the annual reliquification of San Gennaro’s blood, as a reaffirmation of faith to all locavores. Sweet and pungent, green in the lily leaf and white at the base, ramps look like a more seductive scallion and grow only wild that I know of, but who cares about cultivated? They grow in vast, nearly infinite numbers in wet mulchy wetlands starting the second week of April in the Hudson river valley and are quite trendy at about 8-12 bucks a pound. They literally show up for 3-4 weeks max and then disappear again till next April. We pick them for an hour or so each year up at my wife’s family farm in Dutchess county and I can be picky enough to pick them on a gentle slope, just so I do not have to bend down as far to unearth the sweet treasure. I simply cannot get enough of the leeky flavored leaves and plan more than a few meals each April, around the weekend closest to my son Leo’s birthday, where we eat full ramps feasts. We start with soft goat cheese with pickled ramps and a few slices of salami, then proceed to spaghetti with ramps, toasted garlic, hot peppers and pecorino. We finish the “rampage” with a roasted chicken with ramps stuffed both inside the cavity and under the crisp, salty skin and serve the bird with sautéed ramps doused with a ramp-flavored vinegar that my pal Jim Harrison sends me from his secret ramp stash in Michigan, where the flavor is slightly more herbaceous and a touch more “winey.” In the Appalachian Mountains in the ‘30s and ‘40s, due to the fact that they were free, ramps were often considered menu items only to the poor. A ramp boil was a festival with a country stomp and a giant pot of the green fiesta served as the main course. The subsequent fragrance of the eaters was recognized as a sign of the house “on the other side of the tracks.” But in the sweet and tangy 21st century, the ramp freak flag is flown with joy and pride at this point in time, as the celebration of true local and seasonal. SPAGHETTI WITH RAMPS Ingredients: 1 pound spaghetti Barilla 4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil 8 ounces fresh ramps, trimmed of root ends 1 tablespoon red chili flakes kosher salt ½ cup freshly grated pecorino 2 tablespoons breadcrumbs Makes 6 nice appetizer servings. Bring 8 quarts of water to a boil in a spaghetti pot and add 2 tablespoons of salt. Heat olive oil in a 12-14 inch sauté pan over medium high heat. Separate ramps by the white root ends and the leafy green top. Add root ends to the pan and sauté until tender, about 2 minutes. Add salt and chili flakes. Add the greens and sauté until wilted, about a minute. Remove from heat and set aside. Add the spaghetti to the pot and cook according to the package directions, until tender but still al dente. Drain pasta and add it to the sauté pan. Place over medium high heat and toss gently to coat the pasta with the sauce. Divide pasta evenly among four warm plates. Drizzle olive oil over top and sprinkle with pecorino and then breadcrumbs. 8

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Ramps are Spring's gift.

Use accordingly.

By Mario Batali

on the rampage!

I have harped for years and years on the

joy and deliciousness of geo-speci� c and

local ingredients eaten “in season,” and with

some mirth have seen the crowds, certainly

not due to my rantings, at the Union

Square Greenmarket become quite intense

over the last 10 years. The search for the

uniquely regional starts at the beginning of

the very last phrase of spring in the mid-

Atlantic region, south to the Carolinas and

as far north as the Berkshires. Ramps are

the very � rst green leaves to force their

way up through the layer of last autumn’s

dormant foliage lying in preparation for its

transformation into next year’s soil.

The � rst ramp’s appearance in April is more

exciting than any Groundhog Day festival and

is fervently celebrated like opening day for the

Yankees by foodies all over, as the � rst sign

that local produce is, in fact, on its way again!

Ramps, the A Rod of the 860-or-so members

of the eligible lily family allium, are greeted with

a joy and nearly religious fervor much like the

annual reliqui� cation of San Gennaro’s blood,

as a reaf� rmation of faith to all locavores.

Sweet and pungent, green in the lily leaf and

white at the base, ramps look like a more

seductive scallion and grow only wild that

I know of, but who cares about cultivated?

They grow in vast, nearly in� nite numbers

in wet mulchy wetlands starting the second

week of April in the Hudson river valley

and are quite trendy at about 8-12 bucks a

pound. They literally show up for 3-4 weeks

max and then disappear again till next April.

We pick them for an hour or so each year up

at my wife’s family farm in Dutchess county

and I can be picky enough to pick them on

a gentle slope, just so I do not have to bend

down as far to unearth the sweet treasure. I

simply cannot get enough of the leeky � avored

leaves and plan more than a few meals each

April, around the weekend closest to my

son Leo’s birthday, where we eat full ramps

feasts. We start with soft goat cheese with

pickled ramps and a few slices of salami, then

proceed to spaghetti with ramps, toasted

garlic, hot peppers and pecorino. We � nish

the “rampage” with a roasted chicken with

ramps stuffed both inside the cavity and under

the crisp, salty skin and serve the bird with

sautéed ramps doused with a ramp-� avored

vinegar that my pal Jim Harrison sends me

from his secret ramp stash in Michigan, where

the � avor is slightly more herbaceous and a

touch more “winey.”

In the Appalachian Mountains in the ‘30s

and ‘40s, due to the fact that they were free,

ramps were often considered menu items

only to the poor. A ramp boil was a festival

with a country stomp and a giant pot of the

green � esta served as the main course. The

subsequent fragrance of the eaters was

recognized as a sign of the house “on the

other side of the tracks.” But in the sweet

and tangy 21st century, the ramp freak � ag is

� own with joy and pride at this point in time,

as the celebration of true local and seasonal.

SPAGHETTI WITH RAMPS

Ingredients:

1 pound spaghetti Barilla

4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil

8 ounces fresh ramps, trimmed of

root ends

1 tablespoon red chili fl akes

kosher salt

½ cup freshly grated pecorino

2 tablespoons breadcrumbs

Makes 6 nice appetizer servings.

Bring 8 quarts of water to a boil in a

spaghetti pot and add 2 tablespoons of salt.

Heat olive oil in a 12-14 inch sauté pan over

medium high heat. Separate ramps by the

white root ends and the leafy green top. Add

root ends to the pan and sauté until tender,

about 2 minutes. Add salt and chili � akes.

Add the greens and sauté until wilted, about a

minute. Remove from heat and set aside. Add

the spaghetti to the pot and cook according to

the package directions, until tender but still al

dente. Drain pasta and add it to the sauté pan.

Place over medium high heat and toss gently

to coat the pasta with the sauce.

Divide pasta evenly among four warm

plates. Drizzle olive oil over top and sprinkle

with pecorino and then breadcrumbs.

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