We’d bought breakfast out, since my wife’s car was in the shop for some repairs. After we ate, she beat in a little time at the mall, while I went online to do a few things. After picking up her car, we came home. We ate no lunch per se; we just sort of “pieced around,” as the old folks used to call it—a bite of this and a piece of that. I was getting a bit hungry by supper time and ate some cereal, but that didn’t quite do it.
It had been a while since I fixed my first mess of wild greens, so I went out into the yard looking for some edibles. The mix changed a bit from last time. It ran mostly plantain and violets, with a little dandelion, sheep sorrel, heal-all and sassafras leaves. I knew sassafras was edible from its use as filet in southern cooking, and from drinking the tea made from its root bark. They had enough flavor raw that I was rather sparing in adding them. As it turned out, I could have used more sassafras, since the strong flavor cooked out.
As last time, I rinsed the greens well, boiled them for 10 minutes, added butter and salt and enjoyed them. As a side dish, I finished off a piece of drying French baguette that needed eaten. It was improved with a slathering of butter and a slice of cheese. I washed it all down with a bottle of cold water. I smiled to think my supper might have been very similar to that eaten by my French peasant ancestors a millennium ago. The farthest known ancestor back on that side was supposedly named “Herbert de Forest,” or as I jokingly call him, “Herbie from the woods.” Funny, where a meal of greens can take you. © 2013-