Lamb's quarter, a Sandhill rite of passage

Sunday, January 24, 2016

As we grew up in the Sandhills of Nebraska, there were some things that were kind of a rite of passage when spring came around. Mom's sister, Aunt Katie, lived up by Lisco, Nebraska, which wasn't but a quarter mile from the North Platte River. We would go up to Aunt Katie's and Uncle Buster's and pick asparagus. It seemed like it was everywhere. I assumed back then that asparagus was a weed that we ended up eating. There aren't many things better than fresh asparagus.

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