It is a New England tradition. Ferns before they unfurl are called
fiddleheads. They are delicious (if you pick the right ones), and my Dad has
been bugging me for my entire Dartmouth career to get on the bandwagon and go
foraging. This term has been super busy, so I didn't think that I would get a
chance; however, on an earth science field trip, we happened to stumble on a river
bottom chock full of fiddleheads. So while the rest of the class looked at the
stream rock size, I stuffed my sweatshirt to the brim. The quiche that came out
of the project pretty much has convinced me – fiddlehead picking is going to be
a
springtime tradition!
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