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Fiddlehead Picking with my Father

May 10, 2012

Androscoggin River, Maine, Maine river, fiddleheads, photography, Nanette Faye Photography

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This time of year always brings back memories of going down along the river to Dad’s special, “secret” spot to pick fiddleheads. We would go after he got done work for the day. One of the things I remember most is that the black flies would just about carry me away. He always claimed he wasn’t bothered by the black flies, and it was “mind over matter.” I didn’t quite agree but loved this special time with him enough to push through being chewed . He would take his packbasket along, and we weren’t done picking until it was filled to the brim.

After we arrived home, my Mom and Dad would make an evening of it, cleaning the fiddleheads, blanching them quickly in boiling water, and then packaging them up to freeze for dinners when they were no longer in season. Usually, they would leave just enough out for dinner for the next evening. And if Dad or one of my brothers had caught a fresh trout to go along with them, this Spring dinner was just about perfect.

fiddleheads, Maine, photography, Spring in Maine, Nanette Faye Photography

When my dad passed away several years ago, my mom asked if there was anything of his I might like to have. I chose his packbasket, his fishing creel, and his old dinged silver flask. Spring necessities!

Maine river, Androscoggin River, Maine, photography, fiddleheads, Nanette Faye photography

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It used to be that  I would only eat fiddleheads with lots of vinegar and salt. Now, I just love them lightly steamed with some real butter and salt and pepper!  And I follow Fiddleheads on Facebook to keep track of when and where they are ready to pick!

Special Spring memories….what are yours?

Love,

Nanette

www.nanettefayephotography.com

Maine river, Androscoggin River, Maine, fiddleheads, photography, Nanette Faye Photography

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. May 10, 2012 8:00 pm

    Thanks for sharing
    FIDDLEHEADS ( A WILD DELICACY OF MAINE AND THE NORTHEAST )

  2. June 12, 2012 5:05 pm

    What a wonderful memory and keepsake of your fathers. I’ve never heard of fiddleheads before…. by the way, the photos are stunning!

  3. Mary McGillicuddy permalink
    May 2, 2013 4:33 pm

    How did you clean them? We cleaned them with a laundry basket and vacuum cleaner — with the hose plugged in the opposite end so it blew air instead of sucking air (old Electrolux brand). One of us would vacuum (blow) and one of us would shake the fiddleheads in the basket! Weeeee.

    • April 23, 2016 3:55 pm

      Mary, we cleaned them by hand, hitting them against our finger to shake of the “skin.” It usually became an event that everyone in the family was expected to participate in!

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