How funny! "Poke salad" was a phrase in a book I just finished reading, and I had no idea what in the heck it was.

"Poke it? Like, with a fork? Like, eating lettuce?"

Yeah, I know. I need a dictionary.

Nice. I'm not certain, but I *think* it grows in West Virginia. Though I'm not fond of it, I haven't tried it since I was a kid. I hear it's great scrambled with eggs. (Just don't eat the berries... they're poisonous.)

It also grows under our air conditioner - just so you know.

Sweet. So, Christa can come over and poke our air-conditioner-grown poke salet!

Haha! The book I was reading was a memoir about a woman who grew up in W.V., and that's where the "poke salad" thing came into play.

So we're all kinds of poke salet twins! Don't ask me to qualify it, just go with it.

;)