"Mother*, what's for dinner?"
"Weeds."
Specifically, foraged dandelion greens and garlic mustard from the yard. Plus meat loaf and mashed potatoes, because man cannot live on weeds alone. Or something.
* Yes, my five-year-old and almost-three-year-old call me Mother. And no, I do not know why.
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Yum. Mary in MN
My dear darling husband still thinks I'm weird for harvesting dandelion greens for salad and pesto. If I show him this post -- nah. He still won't get it.
Totally using that line with Bubba. He'll love it as long as it's not, "Weeds from the front yard" because that's where dogs can pee on it as they pass the house.
Which didn't occur to me until after I harvested parsley for dinner from the front yard once and was confronted at the front door by Bubba with his hands forming a cross.
"You shall not pass with peepee parsley."
Oh, right.
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