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Egg Bites — Cast Iron Mornings with Betty and the Ramp Patch

Ramp season. The holiest two weeks on the Appalachian calendar, when the hillsides smell like garlic and onion and the dirt itself is cooking. Clay and I drove to Evarts Saturday morning — three hours through fog and construction and the particular geography of going home, which always feels shorter on the way there and longer on the way back because the leaving is the hard part. The leaving has always been the hard part.

Betty was in her lawn chair at the edge of the woods by the time we arrived, which means she'd been watching for us since dawn. She's eighty-one and her knees are worse than mine and she still beats me to the ramp patch. She pointed. She directed. She told Clay he was pulling the wrong ones — "Not them, the ones with the red stem, those are the sweet ones" — and Clay said "Yes ma'am" and pulled the right ones and looked at me with an expression that said: your mother is terrifying. I know, son. I know.

We filled two grocery bags. Betty filled half a bag herself from her chair, pulling plants within arm's reach while issuing commands to the rest of us like a general who happens to be sitting down. She hasn't lost a step. She's lost several steps physically — the walker, the slow mornings, the hip that predicts weather better than any app — but the mind, the will, the absolute certainty that she knows more about ramps than anyone alive — that's undiminished. That will be the last thing to go. That might never go.

Back at Betty's kitchen, we cleaned and sorted. Clay blanched a batch for freezing — he's good at the prep work now, efficient, his hands moving with a confidence that wasn't there a year ago. I fried ramps with eggs and potatoes in Betty's cast iron — the same skillet she's had since 1964, seasoned with sixty years of cooking, black as coal and smooth as river stone. Ramp and egg scramble. Fried potatoes. Cornbread. Betty's coffee, which could strip paint and probably has.

We ate on the porch. Three generations of Hensleys eating ramps on a porch in Harlan County in spring. Betty said the ramps were thick this year, thicker than last, which means the winter was right and the rain was right and the mountain is doing what the mountain does. The mountain provides. It always has. It takes too — Lord, it takes — but in April, when the ramps come up and the redbuds bloom and the fog lifts off the ridge like a curtain opening on something holy, the mountain provides. And we eat what it gives us. That's the arrangement. That's always been the arrangement.

The scramble we made in Betty’s kitchen — ramps, eggs, potatoes, that ancient cast iron doing what it’s done for sixty years — was never going to fit neatly into a written recipe, because half the ingredient is the morning itself. But when I got home and wanted to carry some of that feeling forward into the week, egg bites were the closest thing I could manage: eggs as the whole point, simple and honest, the kind of food that doesn’t ask anything of you. Betty would probably say they’re not as good without the ramps. She’d be right. Add whatever the season gives you.

Egg Bites

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 25 minutes | Total Time: 35 minutes | Servings: 6

Ingredients

  • 6 large eggs
  • 1/4 cup whole milk or cream
  • 1/2 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese
  • 1/4 cup diced onion or ramps (green tops and bulbs, if in season)
  • 1/4 cup diced bell pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
  • Cooking spray or butter for greasing

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven. Heat your oven to 350°F. Grease a standard 12-cup muffin tin well with cooking spray or butter.
  2. Whisk the eggs. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the eggs and milk until fully combined and slightly frothy, about 1 minute.
  3. Add fillings. Stir in the shredded cheddar, diced onion (or ramps), bell pepper, salt, black pepper, and garlic powder until evenly distributed.
  4. Fill the tin. Pour the egg mixture evenly into the prepared muffin cups, filling each about 3/4 full. The mixture will puff as it bakes.
  5. Bake. Bake for 22–25 minutes, until the egg bites are set in the center and lightly golden at the edges. A toothpick inserted in the center should come out clean.
  6. Cool and serve. Let the egg bites rest in the pan for 5 minutes before running a butter knife around the edges and lifting them out. Serve warm, or cool completely and refrigerate for up to 4 days.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 110 | Protein: 9g | Fat: 7g | Carbs: 2g | Fiber: 0g | Sodium: 210mg

Craig Hensley
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Craig Hensley
Week 261 of Craig’s 30-year story · Lexington, Kentucky
Craig is a retired coal miner from Harlan County, Kentucky — a man who spent twenty years underground and seventeen hours trapped in a collapsed tunnel before he was twenty-four. He moved his family to Lexington when the mine closed, learned to cook his mama Betty's Appalachian recipes from memory because she never wrote them down, and now he's trying to get them on paper before they're lost. He says "reckon" and "fixing to" and means both. His bourbon-glazed ribs are, according to his wife Connie, "acceptable" — which is the highest praise she gives.

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