Have you ever found yourself saying, “Ah, a fine spring day at last! I wish I had a ramp to gnaw on!” No? Then you’re unlike the many, many chefs and green-market enthusiasts across the country who constitute the Church of the Ramp.
Snow still caps the fir-covered mountains of southwest Oregon despite the warm spring sun that has lured burly loggers from their hibernation and drawn orchardmen back to their pear trees.