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Celebrate Saturday: Cookin' Up Some Poke Salet

Turn on your "gathering" instinct.

Pokeberry weed, or poke salat, can be found growing wild where there is sunlight and friable ground. I have found the best sites are edges of fields or older construction sites.




Gather more than you think you will need.

This is too small.



This is too big.



This is just right!



Go through your bounty and pick out all the things that are not poke salet.
Rinse in a colonder.



Put in large bowl. Sprinkle with about a tablespoon of salt, then cover with water. We aren't the only organisms who like it, and the saline solution will cause the little fellows to turn loose and rise to the top.


Let set for an hour or so, then drain and rinse.

Put in a pot. Add water until it about half full. Bring to a boil, then reduce to simmer.



During cooking, the poke salet will lose its bright green color and shrink dramatically. Some find the odor while cooking a little strong.



It is done when you can cut it easily with a fork.

Drain.
Are you surprised at the amount you have now?



Heat a saute pan, and put a tablespoon of oil in it (Bacon drippings are better if you have some!)



Saute the cooked poke salet for a minute.



Add two beaten eggs.



Stir gently until eggs are done.



It is finished!



You might want something to go with it (this may appear in a later blog).



You have to have some cornbread to go with it, or it wouldn't be the same.

The plants are getting too big now in my area of North Alabama. If you want to try this, do it SOON.

"Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest-I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm." Psalm 55:6-8

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  1. good to know...not that I ever plan to use this information..... but good to know anyway.

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