By Kathryn Matthews
“Do you want to come ramping with me?” Christopher asked. It was a big deal for him to ask me, I knew, because my husband typically enjoys communing with nature—and this particular stealth pursuit—alone.
Still. I found myself wiggling out of potential couple bonding time.
“Hmmmm, maybe next time?” I said, knowing full well that “next time” meant never. Don’t get me wrong. I love ramps (above right). In fact, I eagerly anticipate their pungent arrival in the Hudson Valley every spring, and holding our own ramp fest in our farmhouse kitchen.









