Dandelion Poem by John McCornack

John....I must admit, I grew up listening to my grandfather speak of the depression and how my mother loved Dandelion salad...As a matter of survial training I had eaten many things before but my wife, who grew up on Twinkies and Chips, had never tried what I call wild food. A few years ago, while my mother was still in her right mind, I fixed an entire dinner of weed, flowers, roots and seeds with a Dandelion salad for her. Today, that and my Frog Legs are about all she remembers. Thanks for the trip back.