There are many types of edible fiddleheads around the world. However, the fiddleheads in my area are the furled fronds of a young ostrich fern. Fiddleheads feel like such a Mainer thing, but as I read more about them, I realized we share the ostrich fronds find with Canada. The Maliseet, Mi'kmaq, and Penobscot peoples of Eastern Canada and Maine traditionally harvested fiddleheads, and they remain a traditional dish in these regions. I still say it's a Maine thing, meheheh. Just let me have this moment.
Fiddleheads have a short season—really only a few weeks in the spring—so when you see them at the Farmer's market or at your grocery store, GRAB 'EM!
I also just learned from good ol' Wikipedia that "when picking fiddleheads, it is recommended to take only half the tops per plant/cluster for sustainable harvest. Each plant produces several tops that turn into fronds; repeated over-picking will eventually kill the plant. Maintaining sustainable harvesting methods is important in the propagation of any non-farmed food species."
This is a great tip, as I still have yet to harvest my own (I feel like such a poser). When I finally do harvest my own fiddles, I picture Paul Bunyanesque lumberjacks surrounding me and knighting me as a true Mainer.
Until then, I will continue whipping up these "crunchy, yet satisfying" fiddles as if they were my own harvest, and enjoying this fleeting delicacy of spring!












Maybe the trick is the pure, quality ingredients - no mixes, no bottled lime juice, no cheapies (I mean, I do have to mention that when I was young and a wild wildebeest, I used to throw large marg parties, and I would slip in a good ol' $7 bottle of triple sec, which produced the same, pleased, warm grins, so...) but, if you aren't throwin' a stavah, let's splurge a bit.
So there you have it, mis amigos. Homemade pasta in Italy is bound to taste better than homemade pasta anywhere else. A fresh piña colada in Puerto Rico on the beach doesn't quite compare to the SAME exact recipe made at home on a winter day...it's just fact. It's all about the ambiance! So, if you can't enjoy this recipe on a balcony overlooking the water in Mexico, you might as well whip it up to some tunes that put you there, mentally.






