Review: Fond Memories
Rating: 3 out of 5
Date: 09 7, 2013
Unfortunately I do not have a lawn to pick dandelions.  But as a young child I lived where there were large lawns and many ethnic groups living in that area.  I fondly remember picking brown grocery bags full of dandelion heads and being paid pennies for them by an Italian Grandmother who made her own wine.  Of course, I never got to taste it.  But as an adult I took an herb class and the teacher served a different herb tea at our meetings.  One was made with roasted dandelion roots.  She told us it was coffee.  Since I don't drink coffee I didn't try it.  The others in the class taught it was a bitter coffee.  We did learn that there is a long history of using it for coffee and many other things.  To us it was a weed and my Mom was always having me sitting in the lawn for what seemed like hours digging them out.  She didn't think they were pretty even though I remember picking her many a bouquet of them.