I present to you the most gourmet plate of weeds that you could possibly eat! Yes, weeds. You know, those things you rip out of the garden and toss away. Perhaps it’s time to redefine what we consider weeds.
There are few tasks when visiting family in Greece that I enjoy as much as going to the λαïκη (lye-ee-KEE), the farmer’s market. There you will find the ripest, most colorful produce, buckets of olives, slabs of feta, and the freshest seafood and meats. I drool walking past each display.
Sometimes in winter I’ll have the foolish notion that I miss summer. And why not? Days filled with eating warm, summer fruit right off the tree, swimming in the pool with the kids, harvesting fresh tomatoes and peppers. Then I remember the week long stretches of 110+ F heat. Oh yeah, that’s why I don’t miss summer.