Every year about this time I get homesick. I know a lot of people get homesick around Christmas or holidays but for me its the spring and summer. My best memories are in the warm months and this yearly madness seems to start with a craving for fiddleheads. None of my friends here on Mars know what they are so I will explain.
Fiddleheads are the new shoots of the Ostrich fern that grow in northern U.S. and Canada. You pick them only in the spring when the shoots are just coming out and the fern is still rolled up. You clean them, steam or boil them until tender then eat them with butter, salt and pepper. Some people like a little vinegar on them. Fiddleheads taste a bit like spinach but with a firm crunch.
I remember going off into the woods with my mother to collect them. It was a fun outing on a spring day after the long Maine winter. I know I can buy them on the internet, pickled and jarred but its not quite the same as picking them yourself with someone you love.