OK, so maybe I hadn't just bagged a woolly mammoth, but even more delectable, wild garlic or Medve Hagyma, bear onions in Hungarian. In desperation, having forgotten to buy spinach I went out foraging for the last of this season's crop growing wild in the corner of a field in my village, fed by the brook.
The stems are both crunchy and sweet with a heat which becomes mild when wilted in a little butter. Definitely worth the odd nettle sting.