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Ramps on Whitsun

The children are out in the wild sunshine enjoying a kettle corn picnic this afternoon.  It is wild out there--the winds are swift and the air is cool.  While I feel a little nervous about frost tonight, I do love this kind of weather.  I have to chuckle a little about taking great care in washing all the wool items and undershirts to store them away (and keep them safe from moths!).  Of course, we would need them again!


It was 42° F up at Whitetop for the Ramp Festival today.  Sunshine and wind and cold!  It was a happy occasion to be inside for the meal.  Mike opted to have the ramp with his meal.  Me, I passed.

Chicken Dinner

They cook a lot of chicken on a long, long grill.  Laurel loved it.
Roan loves eating things with bones.  And Willow, well, she loved the table full of cakes.

Hot Coals

For once, they were not cooking chicken while we were there!
We did enjoy a quick warm-up by the hot coals.

Potatoes and Ramps

They cook potatoes with ramps for each dinner.  I always have to go and check on them.
Sometimes, the flavor can be quite strong, but they were very good this year.

And here's our local celebrity and luthier, Wayne Henderson, and his band. I was hoping to get a picture of people dancing, but the floor was empty! I looked out at the crowd and it was a bunch of people wrapped in blankets. I can't say I blamed them, but a little flat footing would have warmed them right up.


( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )
May. 16th, 2016 03:08 am (UTC)
What are ramps?

This looks fun, though cold!
May. 16th, 2016 10:21 am (UTC)
Ramps are a wild onion that tastes like garlic. They are what got Rapunzel stuck in that tower--her mother had a taste for them. Our local festival is mentioned here, clearly edited by someone with great pride for our area. ;-) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allium_tricoccum

It was fun, quieter than usual. They didn't used to give out ramps with the meals. That's fairly new.
( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )

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