Fibonacci and Fiddleheads
Fiddlehead ferns, curled up in little circles, tightly protected from the sun, rain, weather around them. Fiddlehead ferns, a delicacy that arrives on nearly everyone’s menu every spring, with chefs chiming in from all over the country — what they’re doing with their fiddlehead ferns, what they’re pairing on their plates.
Fiddlehead ferns, twirling, swirling, green bits of gold when it reaches the season, sought after by cooks from New York to LA. But not this year, not this season. The discussion of fiddlehead ferns has been silenced, a thousand levels below other important topics like viruses and travel and when we’ll all get back to normal again. They’ve gone the way of summer bodies and Spring Break travel, early graduations and the celebration of April 20. This year, the conversations skips over UFO sightings, the Westworld finale, and the nationwide rankings of baseball teams. No one mentions the fact that we’re already to May and nearly to June, months passing us by without post-winter adventures or pre-summer barbecues. Everyone is huddled in their own corners, feverishly trying to hold onto some semblance of normalcy — daily showers, meals at home, a schedule that keeps us in line with what we think we should be doing.
And in the hustle and bustle of this alternate universe, far below our everyday worries, is the subject we forgot to discuss, to display on our Instagrams, to tout at our next fancy feast. Will you make a comeback in 2021? What say you, fiddlehead ferns?
