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I've grown Kale before, but never have I experienced such culinary delight from a leafy green vegetable. Fry it lightly with some lemon juice...mmmm. I'm now determined to plant a 'new for me' vegetable every month. This weekend was a winter's garden delight. I couldn't get enough of coriander walnut pesto, and carrots were ripe for the picking too.
A Canadian organic grower told me that kale was always the last wilted vegetable left at the farmer's market stand. I love Kale, though I'm sure millions of Canadians would roll their eyes in disdain.
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