No, I didn’t forget about Mother’s Day. I definitely didn’t forget it last year either when I whipped up a dinner in record-breaking time. And even though my mom does love the thoughtful gifts she gets, I still feel as though one day isn’t enough appreciation for all she does. It’s nice to cook for her, but usually it always ends up cooking together. Not that I mind, I love cooking together, picking out ingredients, learning the little tricks she’s picked up over the years, and showing her a thing or two about how other people cook all across the globe. But it’s nice to pamper her with a meal she’s never had while she enjoys the sunshine. She’s a Bengali mom, through and through. And this bengali mom has never had ramps before.
It’s a little late for ramps, but I’ve been saving some just for her. I had planned a whole day trying to make as many of the best ramp recipes I could think of. But I think I’m going to go simple. My mom and I have talked about all the weird ingredients people make into curries around the world. But I haven’t heard of ramp curry, nor do I have any idea where to start. But I know that at least there will be my mother at the table, starry-eyed like she always is when we try something new—together.