On hikes in the hills around San Anselmo my neighbor taught me about miner’s lettuce. We always picked some to take home, or ate it on the trail. It was good. But it always felt a bit strange to grab something growing on the side of the hill and throw it in your mouth.
On hikes in the hills around San Anselmo my neighbor taught me about miner’s lettuce. We always picked some to take home, or ate it on the trail. It was good. But it always felt a bit strange to grab something growing on the side of the hill and throw it in your mouth.
It was my first foraging experience, too. So strange to eat something not from the store or a can. 1972.
It volunteered in my garden last year and is back again. I love the odd looking flowers.
What a lovely, well-written and informative article. Thank you.