Growing up, my dad used to love fiddleheads in the spring.  I was a pretty adventurous kid, I liked most veggies and I thought these unique springtime delicacies were rather tasty.  So when I saw packages of fresh fiddleheads at the market, I thought I’d better grab ’em.  My dad would have been all over that. In case…… Continue reading springtime means fiddleheads