Contrariwise: In Praise of Weeds
Its various nicknames make it sound like it’s up to no good: creeping Charlie, runaway Robin, gill-over-the-ground. So you reach for the Roundup and douse every inch of your lawn to keep the villainous weed at bay. The light purple flowers of the ground ivy you’re murdering are actually a good source of nectar for bees during the spring. Who’s the villain after all?
Stop fooling yourself that you’re tending the Gardens of Versailles out there. Embrace the plants that pop up naturally around you, and eliminate the notion that your obsessively maintained Bermuda grass is inspiring jealousy in your neighbors. Knowing the types of weeds growing in your lawn, and selectively pulling some while preserving others, is beneficial to your garden and to your landscaping.
First, let’s talk about the pretty ones, like trillium, wild violets, columbine, and, yes, dandelions. Who wouldn’t want these charming native plants gracing their property? They were there before you were, and they’ll be around long after you’re gone.
Unless you’re artfully trimming your boxwood hedges into a tyrannosaurus topiary, they couldn’t possibly be more visually striking than a patch of blooming wild vetch.
Our ancestors would be crestfallen to hear of our modern hatred of dandelions. They carried these beauties around the world, using them to make wine, tea, and medicines. Perhaps if the plant was marketed with its original French name, dent de lion, they would sell seedlings outside specialty grocery stores each spring for $3.99 a pop.
Your garden intruders provide more than a mere feast for the eyes, however. Letting some weeds grow can improve your soil and attract beneficial insects. Clover and vetch are well known for their ability to “fix” nitrogen into the soil they grow in. The bacteria that grow in their root nodules capture this essential element from the air and push it into the dirt so that other plants can benefit. Dandelions and pigweed feature long taproots that bring nutrients from below to the topsoil if allowed to grow and decompose.
You know what doesn’t introduce nutrients to the soil? Herbicide.
In Roundup’s online advice for handling the dainty edible chickweed, the brand advises, “It’s probably not worth your time to pull chickweed by hand” and that “Roundup® For Lawns is specially designed to help you conquer the chickweed without harming your lawn.” In reality, chickweed is easy to pull after a rain, and you can use it in the kitchen like watercress.
Will your neighbors hate the lush, natural paradise thriving in your yard? Maybe, but isn’t the biodiversity worth it? Think of how monotonous life would be with a sea of only one species of grass and meticulous rows of shrubs, and never a pleasant surprise at what pops out of the ground.
—Nicholas Gilmore is a staff writer for the Post
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When You Can’t See the Forage for the Weeds…
Foraging — searching the wild for natural, nutritional food — has lately become a trend, but it is far from recent. As the current issue of the Post shows, the idea was popular back in 1962, when naturalist Euell Gibbons published his field guide to edible wild plants, Stalking the Wild Asparagus. But foraging was a hot topic back in 1942. Americans, expecting shortages and rationing during the war, were willing to experiment with new food sources. Rackham Holt told readers where to find them in “How to Have Fun with Weeds,” reproduced below.
And it’s true that many of the plants Holt identifies as edible are called weeds. But weed is a relative term that shouldn’t discourage anyone. After all, Holt says, a weed is only a plant that’s growing in the wrong place.
It’s not surprising that foraging has become popular. It offers all the benefits of natural foods with the thrill of the hunt. Foragers dine on wild plants that reach their table without additives, preservatives, or even cultivation. Plants don’t get any more natural than those grown by chance.
Free, fun, and nutritious, foraging is more than just assembling a meal. It’s an adventure.
How to Have Fun with Weeds
By Rackham Holt
Originally published on June 20, 1942
“Have you weeded yet, dear?”
“And did you get a good salad?”
“Some lovely fresh dandelions and that wild lettuce I put the berry box over last week is blanched now, and some peppergrass and plantain and rabbit tobacco, and I got some chickweed to garnish the meat, and some lamb’s-quarters for a hot vegetable and, mother, may I make a pie?”
“What sort of pie?”
“I found a large patch of sour grass, and father said he thinks sour-grass pie is swell.”
This sort of conversation could happen here if Americans would learn that weeds are tasty food.
Dr. George Washington Carver, scientist and nutritionist, was walking along the road of the campus farm of Tuskegee Institute in Alabama when a tramp, miserable and forlorn, edged up. “Could you give me a dime for something to eat?”
Doctor Carver fished out the ten cents and watched the man elongate his legs in the direction of the shops, less than a quarter of a mile away. Sadly he shook his head, which was graying over the shortsightedness of his brothers and sisters who would not see what their eyes beheld.
“It’s pitiful, pitiful,” he said to his companion. “Between here and town there’s enough food to feed a town.” He pointed to the weeds growing beside the road and to the wild plums overhead. “And a balanced diet too.”
This was back in 1917, when there was a war on and food had to be conserved. Doctor Carver had exhibited about a dozen plants classed as noxious weeds, demonstrated them, and explained how they could be utilized in the human diet. Many, in Southern states, grew all the year round; most were abundant nearly everywhere in the early spring and late fall, when the garden supply was low, one group coming right after another.
One definition of a weed is any plant growing in ground that is or has been cultivated, usually to the detriment of the crop; it is economically useless and possesses exuberant growth. Well, all weeds are plants, all plants can be weeds, but no plant need be a weed. Not if you reduce the definition to its essentials — a weed is a plant out of place. Okra in a cornfield is a weed because it is out of place. So is the cocklebur in a wheatfield, but in its proper place it becomes an important medicinal crop. The oxeye daisy, famed in song and story, is an abomination on the farm, and laws have been passed against planting it. But just shred the leaves of this Chrysanthemum leucanthemum with some dandelion leaves — Taraxacum officinale — and you’ll have a highly edible dish.
If you like lettuce, there are several wild varieties, probably growing right on your lawn. They have a milky juice and some have prickles, but you can cut these off with scissors. The smooth kinds you can blanch simply by turning a cover of some sort over them for a week or so, depending on the weather, and it will do no harm to peek occasionally to see how they are coming on. When blanched, they become crisp and richer in flavor than the cultivated sorts. Many other salad plants respond to this treatment also — rabbit tobacco — Antennaria plantaginifolia — and chicory — Cichorium intybus.
If you like chicory in your coffee — some people do — you can peel the chicory roots, dry them in the sun, roast, and brew. And, for a slight change in taste, you can do the same with dandelion roots.
As for the exuberant growth of weeds, Nature scatters billions of seeds. Only a few survive. The weaker perish; it is the law of life. Some we cultivate carefully, guarding them from fungus diseases and insect enemies. But often the wild plants are more palatable than the cultivated ones, which have been robbed of vitality by coddling. The lowly ones outside the fence have strength of character; they will dare to come up earlier than the tenderly nurtured within the enclosure, and will still be flourishing when the short growing span of the latter is finished. You don’t have to hoe around them or pick bugs off or spray; they’re there because they have already mastered the rules for survival.
As I say, Doctor Carver mentioned this matter in 1917, but, being a man of infinite patience, he is very happy to mention the matter again. No one need go hungry if he will but stoop and pluck a weed.
One of the choicest of vegetables is lamb’s-quarters — Chenopodium album. To the laity it is variously known as lamb’s-lettuce, corn salad, wild spinach. Like cultivated spinach and beetroot, it belongs to the goosefoot family, is distinguished by its spoon-shaped leaves, is scattered over the temperate and subtropical sections of the country, and is available from early until late summer. It grows freely, makes an immense amount of green stuff, is tender, crisp, and cooks easily, and its slightly bitter taste blends well with other greens. The whole plant can be picked when it is six inches high.
Doctor Carver had said this was of high food and medicinal value before Dr. Elmer McCollum tested it on his rats and announced it contained the fat-soluble A — one of the much-needed properties called vitamins.
In the bad old days when the word makers had no science to guide them and had to depend solely on empiricism, they devised the name vegetable from vegetus, which means “active” or “lively.” One of the most enlivening ways to procure these is to pluck them from the abounding breast of Mother Nature. Having discovered, by the empiric method, that vegetables were good for you, they said these plants had medicinal properties. Some of the generic medicinal properties have now been nailed down to vitamins and essential mineral salts.
These last are found only in minute quantities in the human body — 20 to 30 grams total of about 17 minerals — but their lack is distinctly detrimental to health. The deficiency is evidenced by subnormal growth in a child, lessened resistance to infection, loss of weight, and anemia. And if you get anemia you know what you have to do — swallow liver pills. The iron, manganese, calcium, copper, phosphorus, and so on, are constantly being lost and must as constantly be replaced, which a diet containing an abundance of green fodder automatically takes care of.
The Green Road to Health
No other food contributes to the table so many varieties and savors as the leafy vegetable — sour, sweet, pungent, bitter, bland, aromatic. The greener they are, the more A they contain, and that, with calcium, is most likely to be missing from the diet. What makes French beans and English peas turn brown if cooked too long? The acid in the vegetables when heat is applied destroys the pretty green chlorophyll.
If you must cook them, use only a small amount of rapidly boiling water for the shortest possible time. Take at least some raw. The C is lost in cooking and the minerals are dissolved in the water and simply go down the drain unless the water finds its way into the soup pot.
Leafy vegetables are credited with having a beneficial effect on the alimentary tract and the liver; they are the least fattening of foods, unless served up with a rich dressing, but are rightly named “protective.” Something will get you if you don’t eat them.
Feel sluggish? Many of the so-called “Nature’s remedies” for this deplorable condition contain psyllium seeds. How about just picking the whole plant, the dooryard plantain — Plantago major? The exercise might even do the same amount of good.
Clover tops, alfalfa, thistles — snip off the prickles — bedstraw, peppergrass, wild geranium, purslane, hawkweed, Flora’s-paintbrush, field sorrel, water cress, shepherd’s-purse, and the dainty chickweed, which is pretty as to appearance and delicate as to taste, can be happily combined in salads or stews, cold or hot, with benefit to all.
Another nice thing. If you don’t like the popular names, you can make up some to suit yourself. If an attractive-looking plant crinkles at the edges, you can call it “curly” something or other. If you notice sheep smacking or drooling over it, you can call it sheep weed. Botanists will regard this sort of fun coldly, and they have, after all, made it possible for you to tell the difference between the edible and the nonedible. Some weeds are poisonous, and, though the danger of eating them in sufficient quantity to be dangerous is slight, it would be well to confine yourself to those which have been tested for edibility according to their botanical — not their local — names.
The soulless little boy who tends the swine would call one delicious plant which I have in mind a pigweed, but to Wordsworth and to me it is the evening primrose, and to Doctor Carver it is Enothera biennis. He would even call the amaranth a careless weed, and does — the same amaranth which grows wild here and has long been eaten in India. England and France carried out some research on it during the last war — apparently it takes a war to bring certain hidden virtues to light and put restraints on certain types of waste. Amaranth, too, is delectable in a salad.
You can’t make an acceptable salad without garlic or onions, or both; of course not. But you don’t have to walk far to find these members of the lily family growing wild also.
If it’s amusement you’re after, try this: Sometime in the early spring when onion tops are tender, cut a few pieces of fat bacon into a pan, and as they begin to crisp, stir in the finely cut tops of an onion or so, which have vitamins A, B, C, and D, and all the minerals, and are just as oniony as the bulbs, only slightly more ladylike. When these are done, add beaten and seasoned eggs, and see if you don’t want to eat the dish piping hot.
From Soup to Dessert
There’s no reason, by the way, why you should not eat the tops of carrots as well as of beets. They’re brimming with vitamin G.
A new type of creamed soup with a fillip is one made from sour grass, or old-fashioned sheep sorrel — Oxalis. It requires quite a number of the thin pretty leaves, because they shrink when cooked. Put them through a sieve and add stock and thickening and butter, and you’ll have a Gallic delight. The same bright sharp flavor can be called the epicure’s dream at the end of a meal also. Cook, strain, and from there on treat as you would the filling for an apple pie.
Curled dock — Rumex crispus — a member of the buckwheat family, of which there are about 21 varieties, and all edible, makes as good a pie as its cousin, the cultivated rhubarb, and one with which you can fool your own mother. It is rich in C, if you eat it raw, and all the minerals, is supposed to be a laxative and astringent, a tonic, and good for the digestion. It grows almost throughout the land and is almost universally relished.
Somewhere between the soup and the sweet comes the luxury vegetable. A little earlier than asparagus in most localities, the tender shoots of the pokeweed — Phytolacca decandra — poke up through the soil. Time was when they were considered poisonous. But so was the tomato in grandmother’s day. When the shoots are about six inches high, and before the leaves start to uncurl, cut enough for the family, boil two or three minutes in slightly salted water and throw the water away. From then on, you can regard them as asparagus tips.
Or take the swamp milkweed — Asclepias incarnata — or common silk weed — Asclepias syriaca. Cut just before the leaves are half grown, they also serve as delicious substitutes for asparagus, creamed on toast or with hollandaise sauce.
When sumac berries are still whitish, or, to put it another way, before they turn red in the autumn, you can shake them up in water to make a cooling and refreshing pseudo lemonade.
Being robust in flavor, weeds keep well. You can pack them in cans or jars, or dehydrate them and have shelves full of winter succulence. Many of these plants, such as wild ginger, you can rub to a powder and keep that way. You don’t know the true meaning of pot herbs until you have sprinkled wild-bergamot powder into bean soup.
It cannot be said that the American front has been explored until every native weed has been probed for its values. You can combine the fun of exploration with pleasures of the palate. If you have no room for a patriotic garden of your own, there is nothing whatever to prevent you from taking a walk out into the country or the suburbs with a basket. Or offering to weed your neighbor’s garden.