May 11, 2016

Watertown, MA. May, 2016

Fiddleheads. Each spring when I see them, I always think of my friend (later my boss) Steve, whose son was a picky eater. When I once asked Steve if his son liked any vegetables, he replied, "Only fiddleheads. The most expensive, and one that's only available for about two weeks each year." Hey, the kid knows what he likes.

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