Garlic mustard ricotta is a piece of nostalgia for me. Saying I don’t love garlic mustard (Alliaria petiolata) is an understatement—I eat the plant occasionally out of spite for its invasiveness. It’s that the recipe reminds me of when I was the chef of Lucias, and so ignorantly, naively hopeful for the future of me,…
Garlic Mustard
Garlic Mustard Shoots with Ramp Butter
Oh garlic mustard. Let me count the ways I hate thee. Seriously, I hate this plant, it’s nothing less than a scourge on the woodlands and sugarbushes in my area, so when I eat it, it’s usually seasoned with plenty of spite. Sure, I know plenty of people that like to eat it, “eat the…
Garlic Mustard
When I walk through the maple hardwood forests of Minnesota and Wisconsin in the Spring, saying hi to all the plants I haven’t seen for a year, the nettles, cress, waterleaf, ramps, spring beauty, sochan, and all the others, I get excited–finding them is like seeing an old friend. Not so with garlic mustard. Unlike…
Veal Liver With Chanterelle Cream Sauce And Garlic Mustard
I like liver, but lots of people don’t like offal and organ meats. They are ugly, gross things that only cavemen (or Europeans) would eat. They have funky textures, flavors, and scents. The way many people eat now, it is totally understandable how such things are foreign, strange, or just plain gross. At the super…