coste

These are called “coste” in Italian – not sure the English word – some sort of chard probably. They grow like weeds in our garden, and I’m constantly pulling them out. Batista, Luca’s great-uncle, who we share the garden with and who just had his 90th birthday, actually plants coste. They have a really bitter taste, but if you cook them for as long as most Italians cook vegetables they’re probably near-edible. Ok, I’m exaggerating, plenty of people eat these, I’m just not fond of them personally.