Upd - Tasting Mothers Bush

My friend looked at me like I was feral. But my mother came out with a glass of lemonade and offered the girl a leaf. "Try it," she said softly. "It tastes like being alive."

I was seven the first time she told me to taste it. tasting mothers bush

I nodded, not knowing what scurvy was, but feeling suddenly important, as if I had been let in on a secret that the rest of the world had forgotten. My friend looked at me like I was feral