In the Memphis airport a woman was being wheeled off a plane remarking that where ever she’d been, all they had were collard greens - “no mustards, no turnips” - with perplexed dismay. We were waiting for our flight back to Philly after a week with family in Greenville, Mississippi, filled with heavy holiday food like mac and cheese, cornbread, dressing, sweet potato pies, pecan pies, chess pies, and so on. But thank God for the greens! For keeping things moving!
Around town we saw many gardens filled to the brim with mustard greens, turnip greens, and occasional collards. That’s how Chris’s parents’s garden is, even after the killing frost that took out the tomatoes and peppers (which the kids harvested the night before, and his mom and I made into a chow chow with some added cabbage.) After the frost, the greens stand tall and sweeter than ever.
Twice I helped the kids harvest massive amounts of greens - mostly mustards - and twice I washed them and chopped them for two separate meals - well lots of meals if you consider the leftovers. The second meal, after the rest of the family had headed home to Texas and Oklahoma, is shown here, with mac and cheese, speckled brown butter beans (with a few okra pods), and cornbread. Classic.
The chickens got the thick stems and rejected mustards, but also some prime harvest. They love it.
I’ve been growing food since I was a kid with a backyard garden of my own, but I always wanted to be more immersed in a life with the land, and I’m so grateful to say we’ve built that for ourselves to some degree. But being down with Chris’s family pulling greens from the earth into a delicious pot of well seasoned sunlight for 16 hungry relatives - that’s where it’s at!