OK, I grew up eating tons of Kale because it grew so well in my grandmother's garden and my father's garden. It grew like crazy and we had to eat it.
Boiled to within an inch of it's existence and covered with oil and vinegar, it was barely consumable.
Now, Kale is the big thing.
We had kale tonight, boiled within an inch of it's life and barely etible.
Folks are eating raw kale in salads.
What's next, we start eating dirt and not worrying about the grit in our teeth.
As someone who has eaten kale since his youth, don't pretend it's the 'new thing'. Don't eat kale. Under no circumstance should you eat kale.
Really.
Monday, October 19, 2015
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