Ramppote

There they are, for-real foraged by the good CC on his trip upstate this last weekend. He came in yesterday, stinking, with a giant tote bag full of them, and they reeked up the Cube at Crush before we hungry, fiending coworkers schlepped them home to our fellow train passengers' noses' dismay.

This evening, I was entirely too tired (and poor) to go grocery shopping, so a real "No Chive Left Behind" supper was fashioned out of two fist-fulls of roughly chopped ramps, a diced potato, some leftover quinoa, ginger, lemon, olive oil and spinach--all on-hand in the trusty refrigerator.

Into the pan, slowest cooking time (potato) to quickest (spinach) they all went. The end result: fetid and spicy and devour-able, just like the Gossip Girl episode I paired with it.