From time to time I like to ask myself a question in the form of a post. And then, eventually, I get around to answering it. It would be nice if someone else answered the questions for me, but that means that someone other than my mother would have to be reading this blog. Which reminds me: why doesn't she ever comment? I hope she's OK. I should probably call. Maybe she's done taking care of me. Maybe she's moved on, found some other young boy to answer blog questions in the form of a post for.
OK. For now, my question is: why do we eat alfalfa sprouts? And, for extra credit, why don't we eat grown-up alfalfa?
I have an inkling of why we eat the sprouts. They're good for you. But the taste is still very...healthy. As in something you'd never be served at say The French Laundry. I'm willing to be proven wrong on this. The taste reminds me personally of what that fake easter basket grass looks like it tastes like.
I've also got an idea of why we don't eat adult alfalfa. If the kids don't taste good, the parents probably taste worse. At least that's what my life experience tells me. OK, research to follow, eventually. Or some kind soul (this includes you Mom) could pony up and answer it for me. Some healthy person, I bet.
UPDATE: My dear, sweet, wonderful mother has put her undervalued 2 cents in, without even having seen the bait-concentrated version of this post:
"Your Mama usually only knows the medical detail of most things. Alfalfa is an ancient treatment for the ill and poorly nutritoned because it stimulates appetite and it aids in digestion. It also can be used topically to heal wounds and for menses discomfort. Oh, also the ashes of alfalfa are 99% calcium. Adult spouts are way too potent, you may become a new super hero strain."
"Menses?" I'm kidding, she's a nurse. In all seriousness, thanks, Barbie.