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Foraging and Food Security

By on May 23, 2011 – 15 Comments

It’s a reflex by now: I look out the train window and mentally check off the edible and medicinal plants I see. Today there’s burdock, red clover blossoms, dandelions, plantain, wild carrot, nettles. All of those are edible and medicinal as well. Food? Check. Field first aid? Check. There’s a baseline security to being able to identify wild edible and medicinal plants.

Not so long ago, during World War II, that baseline security was more common than it is now. In England during rationing when ingredients were scarce, even city people headed to the hedgerows and parks to collect wild greens and brambleberries for food, yarrow and calendula for medicine. They may not have wanted to do so, but the point is that they knew how to.

That would not be true of many of my friends in New York City. In just a few generations, what was once common knowledge has become obscure.

If trucking and other food supply lines were cut off, New York City would have 48 hours worth of food. That’s the official stat, but it doesn’t factor in wild edible plants (nor the growing ranks of urban homesteaders cultivating their own food).

A few years ago, I was in the Catskills with a group of children and a few parents and chaperones. There was a big blackberry patch next to our hotel and it was blackberry season. The restaurant was a pancake house, and I thought it would be perfect to collect a bunch of berries for the kids to have on top of their pancakes.

When I brought the berries to the restaurant, only one person would go near them, a parent who remembered picking them as a child. Everyone else recoiled. “How do you know they are safe?” These were sweet, plump, succulent blackberries harvested by an expert forager. But the kids and their adults were more confident of packaging and labels than of my expertise or their own ability to recognize a blackberry.

Another example of how far away from baseline security foraging knowledge we’ve gotten: I once led a foraging tour in Central Park during which we came upon a homeless person begging, he said, for food money. The bench he was sitting on was surrounded by nine different wild edible plants.

I forage because it’s fun, because I love the delicious ingredients that often can’t be found in any store, because nothing is more local than the plant that volunteered to grow on my doorstep, and because, hey, it’s free food.

But I also enjoy knowing that anywhere in the Northern Hemisphere I can eat, and eat well, regardless of my financial circumstance or whatever politics and calamity might be going on around me.

If you have the chance, go on a foraging tour or pick up a field guide.

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