When I was very young, maybe 4-5, I lived in a town just outside Boston, MA. I don't have a lot of memories from that age, but I just had one pop into my head. There was a plant that I often found growing in the
yard, and in between flagstones, that I liked to pick and eat. I want to say that it was a type of clover, because of the leaves, but it wasn't the short kind with the pompom flowers and dark green leaves. It was taller, leggier, and more of a lime green. It seemed to grow in small bunches, rather than covering a patch. I can't remember if it had any flowers. All I remembered is that it had this really pleasantly powerful, tangy taste to it.
This memory is hilarious because I'm 100% certain that I was never told that this plant was safe to eat. I remember, now, that I used to eat plants when no one was looking.
I tried dandelion leaves, but I thought they were bitter and gross.
I'm 29 now, so I think I'm okay.