I’m growing kale this year. Because I got my usual late start, I skipped seeds and planted a six pack of little baby kales. I knew it would be more than we are likely to eat but hey, kale’s good for you. You know, it’s one of those superfoods, chock full of the nutrients lacking in all the foods we really love. It also loves it here. It’s growing like it means to turn into a heritage plant. Like a tree.
We’re eating it sautéed, steamed, braised on spaghetti, mounded under fish or chicken. Kale salad, kale chips. Cooked and tossed with balsamic vinegar or salad dressing. Neighbors are beginning to hide when they see me coming. (I think the wheelbarrow of kale leaves must be a tipoff.) Want some?