Let’s just say, after two years spent working in the world’s first supermarket-sized natural food…
Ron Collins

I hope you realize my poem was meant to be silly. 🙃 As far as I know, there’s no such thing as a “kale with ice.” I invented it to sound gross and like something a dog would mock.

But I confess; I love kale. My dogs do, too. It’s one of the few reliable greens in Maine’s cool climate. It holds up so much better under heat than spinach, though the dogs like the raw stems.

Did you know in Scotland a kitchen garden is called a kaleyard? Perhaps it’s an ancestral taste. More likely their climate is also vegetable-challenged.

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