This is a special memory from my own childhood.
I must have been about five years old when my Dad convinced my sister and me that if we were willing to help we could soon be eating thee most delicious vegetable ever. We lived on a small farm and we generally liked our vegetables so we were gullible easy to persuade. All we had to do was to pick a bucket full of dandelion leaves and he would cook them for us. Our house was on the top of what seemed like a really big hill when we were little with a very big front yard. Our backyard was just over 49 acres. While my Dad took good care of the yard there were always dandelions out there so we had plenty of them just waiting to be picked.
Picking dandelion leaves on a hot humid summer afternoon in Michigan is not fun and it took us a really long time to fill that bucket. We tried to find the biggest leaves so that we could get done quicker. We finally got it filled and returned it to Daddy. We watched as he washed them repeatedly to get all the dirt off them and then watched as he cooked them up in a big pot. I remember that they smelled really good.
They were the worst thing I had ever eaten.
There was not enough butter in the World to make them palatable! We felt betrayed. Daddy had fibbed, they were not delicious, although he did eat his and ours both! Maybe they are an acquired taste but he sure never talked us into picking dandelions for him again.