When we moved to the country, hubby, who had climbed mountains and spent considerable time in the out of doors, was excited to find fiddleheads near our property. As part of his out of doors training he’d learned about edible mushrooms and licorice root and which berries you can eat. And fiddleheads–the curled, new growth of ferns.
Hubby excitedly harvested the fiddleheads, telling us they tasted like asparagus. He boiled some up and offered us this new taste sensation.This was some years ago and I’ve forgotten what they tasted like. But I know it wasn’t asparagus. Or anything else I would want to eat again. We concluded that fiddleheads might be edible. But that didn’t mean they tasted good And thus was born another page in our family lore.
Imagine my surprise when I read this paragraph in Peg Bracken’s Appendix to the I Hate to Cook Book:
“There is a difference between the sexes where canapes are concerned. C. S. Lewis once remarked that the middle-aged male has great powers of passive resistance. But I’ve noticed that males of all ages are talented at not reaching for the marinated fiddleheads* and other nonappetizers.
“*Known also as cinnamon fern. You find them growing along shady streams or canned in big groceries.” Page 71
Seriously? Someone made marinated fiddleheads? (You will notice that males of all ages do not eat them.) You can buy them canned in grocery stores?
Google here I come. And what did I find?
Pickled Maine Fiddleheads (1 pt.) Edible gourmet delicacy Wild hand picked fresh. $8
http://allrecipes.com/recipe/106735/sauteed-fiddleheads/
Who’d have thunk it? People actually eat fiddleheads. They can and sell them. They post recipes for them.
Let’s just keep this between you and me. Hubby doesn’t need to know.