The wild leeks are spreading their pungent toes across the woodland floor all over Pennsylvania right now. Although they’re currently carpeting the nearby state park, I’ve decided not to risk jail time or exorbitant fines in pursuit of the slightly garlicky alliums. Luckily, my father-in-law has a secret patch.
Its "a don’t ask, don’t tell" kind of arrangement. My husband goes to visit and comes home with brown bags full of green leaves and white bulbs. It always takes much longer to clean them than I expect, but once I taste their sharp, sweet goodness, I instantly remember why it really is worth the effort. Plus, I’m pretty much an utter failure at growing onions, so collecting this onion-like creature helps me feel a little better about that black spot on my otherwise green-thumb...
Come see me Over the Fence to read the rest of the post and get a tasty recipe for Wild Leek and Sausage Soup!
