

When I was teenager, we were very poor and each Spring one of my uncle was picking us to went to a spot where there was abundance of fiddleheads we were foraging to make reserve year long. My mother was freezing them. I ate so much of these I can no longer eat them anymore now they are a fancy side meal. The association to our poor condition is too strong. But they kept us healthy and alive at zero cost.
Yes, we went there with my uncle, my two sisters and my mother. It was a piece of land bordered by two brooks. It was easy to fill many bags within an hour or two.