I got an email this week that will likely wind up in the best emails ever file.
It was from a local chef asking if I was doing another purslane giveaway. He was worried he may have missed it. Only one other person has ever written asking for purslane rather than await my offer on Twitter, where, when I replied enthusiastically with unlimited offerings and regular deliveries to potential takers, I was stonewalled.
My reply to the chef, though, was more tempered; one of good news and bad. He needn’t worry about missing purslane season. It was still far too early for there to be much of the succulent weed. Unfortunately, I’m no longer yardsharing, so I don’t have access to a plot of earth that was the most prolific producer of purslane I’d ever had the pleasure of working. —Continue reading—