With Deus Ex Machina and the girls off on their separate adventures, I was on my own for lunch today. I'm not into the whole gotta-eat-at-noon kind of thing, and in fact, I often miss lunch, because I'm busy doing other things. Sometimes I'll miss breakfast, too, except for the requisite wake-me-up cup of tea.
I'd spent the morning in the garden pulling the rest of the garlic, and there was this crazy milkweed stalk leaning over across the path. The path is already narrow and being invaded by the sunchokes. So, I, unceremoniously, chopped the milkweed plant (in my defense, I'd already tried, several times, to encourage it to grow in the other direction, off the path), and then, I realized that there were several pods on the plant.
So, I picked the pods ... and then, I decided I'd have them for my lunch with an egg from my chickens.
It's true, boiled milkweed pod does taste a bit like green beans, which I love, and it makes me wonder why I've been struggling all of these years to grow beans in my very limited space, when I have milkweed just volunteering all over my yard, but also growing unassisted all over my community. I could have all of the "green bean" I want, free for the taking.