by Heather Harris-Brady
Today would have been my grandmother’s 101st birthday. Long-time readers may remember that I’ve mentioned her before – she was one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known. She was a cultured city girl who had grown up in a well-to-do family, so I’m sure it wasn’t easy when she became a farm wife at 33 and moved out into the country. As a girl she had piano and china painting lessons, she could speak French and while she liked to eat out she would often say that she could have a full meal on the table in the time it took a restaurant to get your salad. She wasn’t kidding about that, she could.
So where am I going with this? One of the things we would do in the spring was to gather tiny dandelion greens before they had budded. We’d steam them lightly…
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