A Kraken in the land where skunks come from.

Where I grew up, ramps grew up all over the mountains. There was a stigma among kids in my school about them. Somehow they were considered low class, kinda hillbilly. Rumor was, if you ate em before school (they sure are yummy fried up in some eggs), your breath would stink so bad you’d have to sit in the hall until the stink was gone. Wish I would have known how full of shit those kids were. Now you can find them on your plate in bourgeois little restaurants for hip ladies and dudes. Hillbilly food for $29 a plate. Ah choo! Chicago, chicagou.

Much gratitude and respect to JB for sitting like a rock and just being a really nice guy. As always, thank you all for looking.


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