Similar to our smelting trip earlier in the year, this trip was equal parts about foraging and adventurous celebration.
A ramp is essentially a wild leek and there are spots throughout New England where they are especially plentiful. We took a crew overnight to the Berkshires, where we foraged, camped, imbibed and roasted.
THE FIELDS ARE BOUNTIFUL AND GREEN, AND MORE THAN A DOZEN OF US, EQUIPPED WITH KNIVES AND BAGS, FORAGED WHAT WE COULD UNTIL THE SUN WENT DOWN.
That night we set up tents, built a fire and cooked. We collectively drank some cases of Allagash House Beer, stuffed our faces, and laughed ourselves to sleep. We enjoyed a clear, warm night in the woods, under the stars, and endured each other’s snores at close quarters. We woke up, made a fire, made breakfast and foraged again.
Unlike our smelting trip earlier in the year, we were fortunate to come back with a great deal of what we'd set out for. The ramps that we'd harvested, which filled cars and coolers, made their way onto our menus for weeks to come.
