Caz's Chowhouse has good salads, but I'm a bigger fan of their chicken-fried chicken. Today, I tried the pot roast, which was quite good, as were the mashed red potatoes with gravy. I bet the salads would be even better with gravy.
The OSU FFA Career Development Event's online
pests and disorders identification thingy identifies this particular weed as henbit -- or, as I call it, alien weed.
-- the Bible
Actually, that quote didn't come from the Good Book, at least not the unabridged version. Do you know it's provenance?
Anyhoo, I totally intended to have a salad for lunch today, as I have each day so far this week. Love me a good salad -- baby spinach and a Romaine mix, preferably, with lots of veggies, light on the cheese, some chicken or fish, and homemade salsa for dressing. It's yummy, and it satisfies, like a Snickers, just minus the nuts and other gooey stuff that probably wouldn't taste good with spinach.
But did I have a salad? NoooOOOOO, I had to order the pot roast at Caz's Chowhouse, which was worth the splurge. The carrots left a smidgen to be desired, but the roast itself and the mashed red potatoes with gravy were awesome! I bet that gravy would go well with spinach.
Anyway, on the way back from lunch, I was asking M, my dining companion, what a particular weed was, and she called it chickweed. And then I kept remembering it as dillweed, which is definitely not correct.
Turns out it wasn't chickweed (still no clue what that is) but hen bit, which I'd never heard of before until my deskmate Kelly taught me. Know what it is? It's green with one or two tiers of scalloped leaves halfway or whatever up the stem, with a tiny purple blossom on top.
I loved spring at my Mamaw Wright's house after we moved back from Tampa, Fla., because I'd go outside and play in the hen bit -- or, as I called it, alien weed. I was a weird child, so I'd pretend each weed was a building in a huge alien city, and I was the monster that came to pick it to death. Imagine my horror when Papaw would mow it all down and I'd have to wait a few days for more to pop up. Hmm ... I wonder if I had ever told a psychologist that, would it have made a difference in his or her course of therapy?
Whatever, I learned about hen bit, which I also have in my yard -- along with things that are about 1-foot tall because I've yet to buy a mower. The neighbor's teenage son mows it for me (yes, I pay him), but I kinda miss mowing. Actually, that's a bald-face lie; I miss the money I pay other people to mow. And it's not like I have a huge lawn to upkeep, so it wouldn't take more than half an hour, right?
Anyway, so what do y'all do with your hen bit? Or do you call it something else?
Peace, love and dillweed ... XOXO
