Kale Salad With A Lemon Twist

 There is a silly rap song about overpriced items at Whole Foods. The rapper manages to mention “kale salad with a lemon twist”. That sounded really good, so I looked it up. That was two years ago. We’ve consumed a good bit of kale salad with a lemon twist since then.

Now we've grown our own tremendous kale patch, so this salad is even more frequent and most refreshing and crisp in the middle of cookies and bars and breads and foods heavy with the holidays.

It’s easy:

A bunch of cut up kale
Squeeze the juice of one or two lemons on your bunch of kale
Drizzle with a good bit of olive oil.
Message until the greens look super green.
Salt and pepper.

Eat.

And we’ve taken turnips and mashed them with potatoes and that not nearly as light and crisp but will definitely add some yum to your regular mashed potatoes.

Make sure to peel the turnips and put them in the boiling water five minutes before the potatoes.

And the turnip greens are delicious sautéed with olive oil and onions.



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