Yeah, okay, ramps are over done. I'm fine with that. Still doesn't change the fact that they're delicious. Call them foodie elitist commie ingredient all you want--just means more for me. I'm not so worried about whether something is cool to eat or not just if it's yummy. We're not honoring mother earth, or celebrating spring, or getting in touch with our former hunter/gatherer selves--we're just eating good food.
Today we're making a sandwich of ramps, goat cheese, and honey (and duck pancetta for the meat eaters). Frankly it is satisfying to eat something green that grew close to home. Beyond that I don't give it much thought.
Soon we'll be pickling them, making pesto, and maybe even a little ramp butter. Works for me.