I have no idea what these things are... I bought some at the Union Square markets after being told they "taste like spring". They look weird and tasted like a random green vegetable.
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Fiddleheads are grown by farmers playing the fiddle to them and dancing around the vegetable patch. Bongo drums are optional but can make them grow faster.
I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. F. Scott Fitzgerald.
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Fiddleheads are grown by farmers playing the fiddle to them and dancing around the vegetable patch. Bongo drums are optional but can make them grow faster.
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