Ahhhh, my grandmother would take us all out to pick poke greens when we were little. Thanks for the memories.
Yeah, mine too. And my husband is a big believer in living off the land, so I had to crank up the memories to make it for him. But he’s a good provider too and nights when he brings home a mess of catfish from our pond, and I’ve gotten some tomatoes out of the garden, made poke greens from the yard and homemade biscuits... well, we feel all is right in the world. Does that make any sense?