At the grocery store today, I was greeted with an elusive springtime culinary treat: fiddlehead ferns. In Portland, where I went to college, fiddleheads were everywhere this time of year. In those days, Elliott Smith was huge in good old PDX, and I was obsessed with his songs; I even got to meet him a few times. Back to today, I knew I had some Sardinian Grenache (where they call it Cannonau di Sardegna) at home, that I got from Roberto at wine expo last week. He told me the vineyard is completely organic and that it's tilled by oxen...2009 was a good vintage in Sardinia, but probably not a "great" vintage. I also knew what I had to do: cook something tasty to go with those ferns and that wine. The most delicious springtime food is young food: baby ferns, new potatoes, and sadly, young cattle. Nowadays I barely eat meat, but my Italian heritage prizes veal, and luckily these days (unfortunately, because of the despicable abuses of the past), one can find humanely raised veal. It never looks as good as it tastes, but trust me, it was delicious.