"66 Square Feet", 66 Square Feet: a delicious life, Brooklyn, Marie Viljoen, Prospect Park, Raya Brass Band, wild food foraging
It is October in New York and these residents, at least, aren’t happy to see this Red Sox fan. I’m a little slaphappy after our whirlwind, less than 48-hour trip to the big city and back.
Saturday night we were up until past 2 am partying with Raya Brass Band.
After a rowdy night and a little sleep (my ears barely had enough time to stop ringing), Older Son made us his usual 4-star breakfast and then we raced over to Prospect Park for a foraging walk. (I’m working hard to feel guilty about the pile of dirty dishes we left him with, but so far that’s not happening.)
As a result, many of my photographs look like I took them after being up all night. I actually considered going out and reshooting these plants in my yard: Ironically, I went all the way to Brooklyn to learn about wild plants that have been growing under my nose for at least 20 years.
The walk was with Marie Viljoen, author of 66 Square Feet: a delicious life. If you haven’t yet visited her blog, I suggest you put on some sturdy walking shoes and head over.
After a night that was months in the planning, and then giving his all while on stage, our musician still had enough game to start the walk by picking some salad.
It turns out that a lot of plants that have been encroaching on my garden and annoying the heck out of me are actually wild edibles.
Young violet leaves (not older ones like these), which grow freely all over our yard and have a tendency to take over one of my gardens, combined with lamb’s quarters (below) will make a lovely salad.
These pretty little pink plants, called smartweed, that also run rampant around our grounds, are a Thai coriander — just the thing to zip up a meal.
Blue flowers on long stems began popping up among the vinca and other ground cover in my back garden. I was on the fence about them: liked the blue, didn’t like how pushy they are. Marie set me straight. They are called commelina and their shoots, flowers, and seeds are all edible (again, apologies for the tired, unfocused photo).
These gallant soldiers have young leaves that taste like sugar snap peas, and can be cooked like spinach. Exactly the kind of motivation I need to do a bit of “weeding.”
Then there’s goutweed, its leaves add a delicious, herbal taste to salads. Here it is back home mixing it up with my european ginger. I tried pulling the stuff up, but it’s nearly impossible to uproot. In addition, Marie says that breaking off the roots will encourage it to send out more.
I guess we’ll just have to eat it.
Heather in Arles said:
I loved this! Especially as I think that we are going to all have to get a little more resourceful about what we eat in the years ahead. Remi just sent me an article called “insects provide same nutrients as meat” that was in Le Monde. Let’s hope we don’t have to go that far!!
Super glad you had such a great trip. 🙂
Judith A. Ross said:
Heather, yes, especially given what the Tea Party is doing to this country right now, we may all be subsisting on what we can forage!
Kathleen Volp said:
You’re welcome to come weed my yard anytime Judith! But seriously, I will have to reconsider what we call a “weed”.
Dick Ross said:
The discovery of edible plant portion of the blog brought the following to mind. We live on one half of a duplex home in rural Shirley, Mass.
I will never forget how proud I was that I identified a “weed” growing in our back yard, right between the two property halves, using a book we purchased at Garden In The Woods in Framingham.
Just before we left for a vacation to the Berkshires, I chopped down this “weed” that had grown ridiculously tall.
When we arrived at the Berkshires Motel, the bed and breakfast we had visited several times, the identical plant was growing by the side of Jill’s (one of owners) driveway. When we asked her about the tall green stalk with a yellow flower bending down from its top, she said she had transplanted it from the side of the road (where this particular species is most often found.)
Thus: One person’s weed is another person’s flower!
Ann E. Michael said:
Wow, I have a vegetable bounty in my yard that I never knew I could munch on. Thanks!