Since we had so much fun foraging mulberries with my mom here, I thought we’d give her a taste of lamb’s quarter too. (Aka: weeds that grow in the back yard.)
We ate them like we did last year– creamed on toast with an egg. It makes a really delicious meal. My mom thought so too.
When I told her that lamb’s quarter is also sometimes called pig weed she said “Oh yeah” an told us that her dad talked about eating pig weed as a boy. They would pick it along the creek.
I loved to hear that about my grandpa. I love that the things Jeremy and I are learning about are old knowledge–what used to be common knowledge–and we’re carrying that on for the next generation.
We don’t eat wild all the time, but every once in a while. It’s interesting and empowering. And I’m sure–after seeing how irresponsibly non-traditionally we are living much of the rest of our lives–my mom can at least rest assured that with our ever-growing knowledge of wild food, at least we won’t let her grand children starve to death.





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