There something indescribably delicious about the very first "mess" of fiddleheads in the spring. In case you aren't from these parts of the world, mess has nothing to do with being messy or dirty. It simply means the first 'meal' of fiddleheads. You may also hear it referred to as the first "feed" of fiddleheads. Rumor has it that those on the coast of Maine may even refer to it as "charge" of fiddleheads, but I'm not entirely sure about that. A charge may only refer to seafood - you know, like a "charge of clams."
No matter what you call it, that first taste of delicately-steamed fiddleheads drizzled with butter is a long-awaited treat. You may have guessed that I found my first fiddleheads today. I found these while on a walk with the dog and dashed home to get a bag to pick them in.
Yes, I am aware they are tiny - but I don't care. Experience has taught me that these little fiddleheads are brimming with flavor. There is plenty of time yet to scout out the biggest and best fiddleheads of the season, but for now, these miniature fiddleheads are going to be mighty tasty for dinner!
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