TO ME, GREEN is not just a holiday color. It is, more specifically, a winter color. Through the years, my husband, George, and I grew collards and turnips and kale and spinach. He loved kale. I love collards. Since George passed away, I haven’t planted a garden, and I miss it from time to time. Oh, I don’t miss pulling the weeds or hoeing the rows, but I do miss pulling food from the ground and putting it on the table. And, I especially miss having a hot pot of fresh, homegrown collard greens.
Last fall, I was at my favorite produce stand (Wingard’s Market in Andalusia, Alabama) buying some fresh collards. As I sorted through the selection looking for the deepest green leaves, an elderly man approached me and…
