As I’ve pregnant these past months, eating dark, leafy greens has been taking an even bigger priority in my diet lately. Andrew and I scour the stores that we pass, looking for deals and decently priced produce. I rejoiced when I found Kale for 25 cents a bundle at one of our favorite markets, and wept silently at the organic Spinach that was priced at more than $8 a pound.
However, we have a secret. No matter how delicious that wallet-guzzling Spinach looks, it will never seduce us…we have pounds of local, organically-grown, fresh greens at our disposal at any time, and it’s all free. I don’t want you to think that it was our garden that has been able to fill our Spinach-need, either…our poor, drought-beleaguered ground was pathetically under-productive this year. Like, country-ballad, wrecked-my-truck-because-I-hit-my-dog-and-then-my-girlfriend-turned-out-to-be-a-cop-who-then-wrote-me-a-ticket sad. Nope, we were able to eat from our itty-bitty urban lot for many meals thanks to the provision of an under-appreciated weed that grows in our yard all on its own.
This entry is Andrew and my gastronomic love letter to Chenopodium album or, as it is sometimes called, Wild Spinach/ Lamb’s Quarters/ Goosefoot/ Pigweed/Fat Hen, etc. (I’m getting flashbacks of reading Lord of the Rings when I had to explain to my sister that Strider/Aragorn/Elessar/Estel/Dúnadan/Isildur’s Heir were all references to the same guy).
Read on to find out more about this amazingly versatile plant!
When I was a little girl, one of my favorite things to do during indoor recess in 4th grade was to play Oregon Trail. You know the one—though it was designed to teach children about American history, all us 90’s kids know that we spent the majority of the game naming our wagon mates stupid names (so that we could hear the distinctive, descending sound of impending doom announcing that “Stinky Butthead has died of dysentery”) and hunting fields of pixilated bison as much as our limited supply of bullets would allow us.
There was, to my mind, an arresting feature, however: the ability to forage for wild fruit. The idea that Food Was Out There was fascinating to my young mind, and combined with voracious reading of books like Little House on the Prairie, a fledgling interest in wild edibles was formed. To my mother’s great chagrin, this was not originally backed up with a whole lot of research, and she started to find me in the back yard, experimentally chewing on a tree leaf or clutching a handful of foraged berries of indeterminate origin. It’s a wonder I didn’t make a stomach-pump worthy mistake.
Today we woke up and Andrew went to work, and for the first time, I didn’t. We both decided that it was best to take a maternity leave that will last the childhood of our child/children, and in doing so, also decided to start up a business. There’s a quiet, flickering hope that someday we’ll both wake up and no one will have to drive away to go to work. We’ll just get up, cook breakfast for however many mouths we have created or adopted at that point, and run business from our home.
We are a husband and wife who are trying to live simply. We are learning much as we transition from life in the city to life in the country. Come along with us, and maybe you can also learn a thing or two as well.
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