Weed Envy

 

For various reasons, MP has been flying solo to the Farmers’ Market and he’s rocking the green shopping; bringing home summer grill worthy cravings like shishito peppers and saucer shaped donut peaches; and now a curious, thickset green “weed” species, purslane.

When I realized it could grow fervently in the worst of situations, like a crack in the sidewalk, I was eager to taste it; grassy and fleshy leaves

stripped from a thick stem and spun dry become a lemony juicy nutrient dense carpet salad.

I leaned on Google and adapted a vibrant, sweet and acidic dressing to capitalize on bright red June cherries and round orange sweet as candy cherry tomatoes from our garden.

The dressing is a combination of lemon juice, aged sherry and balsamic vinegars.

I served it with a fat organic rotisserie chicken and crispy rendered country bread schmaltzy drip catcher croutons; so Ina.

(Rest assured, by the time the chicken was cooked through; the bread was crisp and blackened too; sans contamination).

Oh, to live on a country road, where gobs of purslane would be my latest obsession.