Seared Ramps

This seared ramps recipe is simplicity itself. Nothing more than fresh ramps (of course), olive oil or–better yet–bacon drippings, and sea salt.


I’ve never quite gotten ramps.

Each year at spring’s eventual onset—marked at the greenmarket not by the calendar but by the pungent whiff of wild leeks—I find myself waking at an ungodly hour for the few short weeks ramps are in season. See, I start to feel a little fidgety, a little anxious even, when I don’t arrive at the market before it opens so I can quietly, triumphantly secure a bunch or two of elusive beauties before they disappear. Then I try, I really try, not to succumb to a slight wriggle of smugness as I practically gloat, I mean, float through the rest of the greenmarket and overhear disappointed, bedheaded, pillowfaced ramp-loving market goers who’d slept a little too late greeted with a chorus of “Sorry, we’re sold out.”

Thing is, for years I had to will myself to appreciate the lure. We’re talking stinky, slender, scallion-y leeks with floppy rabbit-ear leaves. That fervor for the flavor of ramps elicited in others? I’d never felt it. I certainly tried. I longed for it in the same way that I longed to be able to whistle as a child, the same way that others longed to catch a glimpse of Elvis on the sidewalk. Which is to say, futilely.

The first spring the ramps’ pungent aroma permeated my fridge, it effectively quelched my enthusiasm before I’d even taken a taste. Each spring I was sure that this would be the year the clouds parted and the choirs of angels sang and I, at last, succumbed to the ramp’s rapturous charms. Yet it was the same year after year. And as year passed, I felt more of a fake, a poser, an imposter, a loser.

Whereas I’d originally attributed my failings to an innate inability to appreciate its curious flavor, in retrospect, though, it seems I’d let others’ good intentions interfere. Here’s why. Ever notice how ramps elicit strange zealot-like behavior in otherwise sane adults? Quick to talk, slow to listen, these ramp proselytizers tend to offer an unbidden stream-of-consciousness of crazy ramp recipes. My mistake? Listening to their well-meaning, but confounding, sermons for fussy techniques and tactics and tricks, which never failed to leave me intimidated and doubtful.

And then last April, ramp season found me at the crowded stand of Rick Bishop’s Mountain Sweet Berry Farm at Union Square Greenmarket in New York City. It’s the stand with the red pickup truck fronted by two tables of tubers and, when in season, a crate of ramps. Behind the ramps stood a whitewashed board scrawled with descriptions of ramp preparations in the handwriting of many of the most season-conscious chefs in town. Bishop and I, it seems, are kindred souls. When he started selling ramps 15 years ago, he didn’t know what to do with them, either. Not because he doesn’t like them, though. “Because I can’t cook,” he explains. “But I wanted to be able to tell my customers who asked what to do with them.” So he propped a white board against his truck, scribbled “Ramps” at the top in black magic marker, and asked the chefs who crowd his stand every Wednesday and Saturday to share their thoughts.

They obliged, scrawling everything from relatively elaborate approaches to simple seven-word recipes (“Chop whole plant. Sauté. Toss over pasta.”) So plentiful were the inspired ideas, Bishop recently had to retire the original board and begin a second.

And there I found my muse. Not on the board, exactly, but alongside it, in the form of Alexandra Guarnaschelli, chef of Butter Restaurant and star of two Food Network shows. She’d been chatting with Bishop behind his stand, just after the last bunch of ramps had been sold. Not recognizing her, I actually mistook her for Bishop’s help. When I asked how she prefers her ramps, she generously shared an impromptu and simple lesson, explaining how she cooks them whole, starting the sturdy bulbs in the skillet while draping the delicate greens along the top edge of the skillet. When the bulbs are lightly charred, she tucks the greens into the pan until barely wilted, motioning with her hands. That is to say, she prepares them simply.

It wasn’t until this past weekend, after scoring my first bunch of young, slender ramps from yet another budding season, that I tried Guarnaschelli’s approach. A year’s worth of anticipating, wondering, musing came down to three minutes in a skillet, in which the dainty bulb was sweetly caramelized, the greens barely wilted, the pungency tamed so that it was only ever so slightly pronounced. Finally, I understood. The season may be ephemeral. The love is not.

Mountain Sweet Berry Farm, Roscoe, NY
Greenmarkets in NYC area, courtesy of

Although it’s not at all early spring here, I went to one of our large farmers markets and purchased scapes. When I asked the farmer how she could still have scapes when they are an early-season green, she replied, “We grow a lot of garlic.” The scapes were beautiful. I treated them just like the ramps in the instructions, and the result was a very tasty. As the author suggests, another alternative for ramps would be chives, which happily are available year-round. How to use this butter? On bread or toast. Or a crusty roll. Or crackers. Stuffed into a baked potato. Dolloped onto mashed potatoes. Inside a baked sweet potato. Spread onto corn on the cob. Atop sauteed or steamed vegetables, from cauliflower or broccoli to asparagus to green beans, and more! Sautéeing mushrooms? Use this butter! Scramble eggs in this butter or fry eggs in it. Use the butter on a variant of garlic bread. Put this on your butter dish for any holiday with a green theme or where green would be appropriate, from St Patrick's Day to Easter to Thanksgiving and Christmas. Serve it on a bagel with lox as somewhat of a combination of butter and chive cream cheese.


Alex Guarnaschelli’s Seared Ramps

Available during late April and early May, ramps appear to be scallions in miniature, save for a swath of lavender around their midriff. Their bewildering taste is an uncanny combination of garlic and leek with a hint of chive, and is a much anticipated—and perhaps acquired—taste.

Selecting ramps is simple. Just grab a bunch. They’ll last several days when kept in a resealable plastic bag, although they’re best used fresh, given that their pungent garlicky overtones tend to invade the rest of the fridge. Just before cooking, give them a good rinse under cool running water and finish with a sharp shake. Serve with eggs, steak, sea scallops, poultry, or plain old potatoes.–Renee Schettler Rossi

LC Making the Ephemeral Everlasting Note

While there’s no way to actually extend ramp season, turns out there’s a simple way to minimize the bellyaching and bemoaning that goes along with their disappointing disappearance. Simply freeze them. That’s what LC Recipe Tester and Community Moderator Dan Kraan does. He saves a batch of fresh ramps every year, trimming the roots off the cleaned ramps and freezing them in a single layer on a baking sheet before transferring to a resealable plastic bag. If you freeze the whole plant, cautions Kraan, be sure to chop the leaves soon after removal from the freezer, as the leaves wilt like spinach when they thaw. The greens won’t exactly be like their fresh selves, so consider lopping them off and salvaging only the bulbs if you’re not keen on disappointment. And, on a practical note, stashing only the bulbs takes up far less space in your freezer.

Seared Ramps

  • Quick Glance
  • (1)
  • 10 M
  • 10 M
  • Serves 2 to 4
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Heat a large, preferably cast-iron, skillet over medium-high heat until hot but not smoking. Add a tablespoon or so of the oil or bacon drippings, tilt to coat the skillet, and wait about 30 seconds.

If using slender, pencil-thin, first-of-season ramps, place several ramp bulbs in the pan, carefully draping the greens along the edges of the skillet (without letting them catch fire from a gas flame), and cook, turning once, until lightly charred and almost tender throughout, 1 to 3 minutes, depending on the size. Gently nudge the ramp greens into the skillet, fanning them out as much as possible. Cook the leaves just until softened but not completely wilted, 30 to 60 seconds.

If using ramps that are from mid- to late-ramp season and have a pronounced bulb at the bottom, trim the leaves from the bulbs around the neck, where the white fades to purple. Toss the bulbs into the skillet and cook, turning as needed, until lightly charred and almost tender throughout, 3 to 5 minutes, depending on the size. Toss the ramp greens into the skillet. Cook, tossing occasionally, just until softened but not completely wilted, about 60 seconds.

Transfer the ramps to a platter and sprinkle them with coarse sea salt. Repeat with the remaining ramps, wiping the skillet out and adding oil or drippings as necessary.


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  1. Ramps signal the start of farmers market season here in the Midwest, and, as I am currently sheltering in place, I was sure I was going to miss the 2020 ramp season altogether. One of the vendors at a market I manage shared they had plentiful wild ramps and his children were in need of, “missions.” Last weekend they foraged and delivered a generous bag full, which turned into these easy to make and impossible to resist Seared Ramps!

  2. Now that I know what they are and how I can avoid the proselytizers, I’ll have to will my feet, if not my head, to Union Square before they go. Anyone up for field trip?

    1. YES! I’ll head to the greenmarket with you. When’re you going? Send me a message; I think a field trip is in order.

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