Photo by Carol Ann Sayle
Ah, our spinach, kale and lettuces are now gone for the season. Seeing the spinach yellow overnight after the first 95-degree day is seeing a door slam shut on the "cool" season. This happens, of course, around the first part of May every year, thus you'd think we'd be calm about their departure.
But seeing the actual grief on our customers' faces never makes us happy, and over the years, we've had to come up with other salad options, other greens that are as good raw as they are cooked. And being a bit lazy, we've looked around our own farm.
When we acquired this five-acre farm in 1992, with its disintegrating historic farm house, the fields had returned to their roots, so to speak, and were heavily populated with weeds, both native and imported ones. The Johnson grass, originally introduced to feed cattle, we've managed to banish to the edges of the farm, but the native plants that are edible by humans have earned our respect over the years, and we protect them where we find them.
We think it's wise to eat plants that share our environment, plants that basically have been mainstays of the world's societies for many years.When we first noticed that the chickens favored lambs quarters and amaranth, we perked up. Hmmm...we thought, maybe these can replace winter's leafy greens.
One day Maria, my helper, and I were clearing out the "weeds" from a bed in order to plant cucumbers. She started bunching some of the plants and explained that it was quelite which is Spanish for wild greens in general. I decided to bunch some for Larry and me, and wow, after chopping them and sauteing them with onions and garlic, we were hooked! The weed was amaranth (Amaranthus retroflexus), specifically "pigweed amaranth," a plant that grows nearly everywhere in the world, and is unfortunately a major pest in conventional agriculture and thus a target for herbicides. It is not the seed grain amaranth, whose big head of seeds can be milled as a flour, but the leafy variety that is eaten before it flowers and seeds. It is rich in vitamin A and calcium.
The next plant we tried was lambs' quarters, a member of the spinach family. Tasting mild, but nothing like spinach, this plant comes in two colors on our farm. One variety has light powder pink accent leaves and the other has crimson accent leaves. Both are delicious either raw or cooked.
The third plant we discovered was purslane. We use the native variety that grows in the moist soil near our "official" plantings and we also buy in seeds for a more upright variety that is easier to bunch. Both are regular "power foods," containing omega-3 fatty acids, copper, and melatonin.
These three natives, plus perennial French Sorrel, form the basis for our summer greens at the farm stand market. We have laughed every time a customer says in surprise, "You mean we are going to eat weeds?" Yep, and you know, we think it's wise to eat plants that share our environment, plants that basically have been mainstays of the world's societies for many years. After explaining their good qualities, most folks are willing to give them a try, even though some of them have been pulling them out of their flower beds for years! Now many look forward to summer's greens, even if it means they are eating "weeds."



Thank you for this article. Unless something has a direct selfish purpose to us - we consider it almost evil. We do not even care if "that thing" is somehow good for other "things" that do have direct purpose and utility for us. The Tree of Knowledge has made us dump and shortsighted?
Yes weeds are healthy but that is not what I mean. It is strange that the purpose or utility of "keeping us alive" is not valued by us. Most plant on the planet are weeds - yet they allow the few we utilize to live.
As Masanobu Fukuoka, the author of the only bibles we have when it comes to farming, explains in so many chapters that there is no such thing as a weed. By bible I mean real ecological science and not top-down pre-enlightenment engineering ala The Green Devolution.
Our prophet writes:
John Bidlake, The Summer's Eve [London, 1800] in Poetical Works
The Summer's Eve
Peace! Peace ! the vegetable banquet spreads.
Peace bids fair Culture to the steepy brow
Lead the stout ox, and drive the advent'rous plough.
Peace gives glad harvests in the shelter'd vale,
To laugh in light, and wanton in the gale.
Peace the kind nurse of every useful art
That man to man endears, and mends the heart;
Peace the fond mother of the joyous train
That jocund dance round Plenty's loaded wain:
Peace, child of Wisdom, every bliss bestows;
And war alone from vice and folly flows.
Blest Sabbath, hail ! thou day of earthly peace,
That bid'st awhile the poor man's labour cease!
All hail, king harbinger of heav'nly rest!
Thou Wisdom's friends ! thou balm of Sorrow's breast!
That giv'st the unpitied brute, by labour waste,
A periodic pause of pain to taste!
Then the meek ox, releas'd from patient toil,
May press the turf, or crop the flow'ry soil;
And the lean ass, with blows and sorrow worn,
May saunt'ring pace the green-hedg'd lane forlorn;
Though still with slavery's badge his loaded feet
Drag galling chains along his rude retreat:
The thistle's scanty leaf, the briery wastes,
Are all the luxury his respite tastes.
Contented as thou crop'st the casual weeds,
For man's ingratitude my bosom bleeds.