In Season: Wild Chive


I’m a little surprised, after quite a few years of gardening, that a perennial poking it’s new growth out gets me as excited as it does. That little piece of happiness is something I cherish about growing things – a simple pleasure embodied in change that by its nature forces abstinence, making its re-visit in a year as pleasureful as the year before. I look forward to my apple tree blooming all year. I’m starting to feel this way about seasonal eating in general. Eating foods at their optimum and then abstaining isn’t about philosophically based self punishment, but rather about optimum enjoyment of life – about being happy.

So on the heels of thyme’s brief offering is the first observed sign of new growth of the year. Tasty growth. This is wild chive. I started a bunch of clumps from seed from the Bedrock Seed Bank – an important resource to me for indigenous edible plants and grasses that now scatter my yard. [note that this is indeed 'wild chive', not the 'nodding onion' I so often refer to, and love's not up yet]

Chive grows quickly, thankfully, as it is one versatile allium. Last spring my then 3-year-old’s favorite breakfast to make herself [I always handle the heat and knives, she does the rest]: beurre noisette, scrambled egg, and freshly picked wild chive.  That will most certainly be on the culinary agenda this week. Ah, spring.

4 Responses

  1. For a guy suffering with a nasty cold, you sure breath life and sunshine and fresh air into your posts. This makes me smile! And Miss E loves chives, but peppermint makes her do the yucky dance. Children’s palates are so complex.

  2. Mike says:

    Your chives are looking good, ours are just starting to poke up too. Now you just need some morel mushrooms to go with them and your eggs.:)

  3. habanerogal says:

    I was one of those kids too who loved chives but I just went out to the garden and ate them like candy. Besides raspberries they were my favourite thing in the garden. Next thing I can’t wait to see is the rhubarb

  4. Karlynn says:

    After the type of winter we had, the first sign of spring usually brings me to my knees, weeping with joy and I have been gardening a long time as well. I haven’t been out to look as I have been staring at the walls I am painting/sanding for the last week, but I suspect there;s some greenery awaiting my weeping ;)

    My son will eat “chives” and not “onions”. So we call everything chives. A chive omelette is standard fare around our house for breakfast once they start growing.

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