Happy Snacking, Don't Die!
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
What is a plant, berry, or green you remember picking and eating as a kid, and who was with you?
Reading this, did you ever look up from the page and out a window to size up your own yard, sidewalk, or park? What did you spot?
The book treats everyday weeds as delicious instead of disposable. Did that reframe soften anything for you about a place you had written off as boring?
Which recipe or preparation made your mouth water most, and what comfort food does it sit next to in your own memory?
The voice here is giddy and generous rather than instructional. How did that tone land on you, and did it make you braver about trying something new?
Foraging is knowledge handed down person to person. Who in your life taught you something about food that no cookbook could have, and how did it feel to be taught it?
The book holds joy and hard history about Black Americans, land, and food in the same hand. How did you feel sitting with both at once, and did the joy feel like a kind of reclaiming to you?
By the time you closed the book, had your idea of what counts as abundance shifted? What felt newly available to you that you had not noticed before?