I am 63 years old. I want to tell you what we ate as children on the streets in the USSR. It grows everywhere, but many people are not aware of its power.

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Wild onions grew in the floodplains of the river, which were much tastier and sweeter than usual. If we could find it, we ate it until we were full and took it home for my mother to add to the pies.

We also ate wood sorrel, which we also ate a lot of.

My joy was nightshade. It had to be consumed when fully ripe, only the black berries. They had a rather unusual taste.

I also remember the taste of wild cherries. In the pioneer camp where I was sent every summer, there were many wild cherries, much sweeter than domestic cherries. We were still looking for a time to try it.

We often ate raw corn and made dolls out of it.

And we not only ate mountain ash, but also made beads from it. If we collected all the decorations we made from it, it would be over a mile long.

I remember trying cane root. The taste of him is so unusual that I will remember it forever. To get it, we sailed a boat to the reeds and carefully pulled one out along with the root.

Reeds grow in the mud. We took out the lumber, washed it and cut it. Inside were white fibers that tasted like semolina porridge.

Have you ever tried cane roots?

We particularly appreciated the wild strawberries and bird cherries. They made us all black in the mouth and we were happy.

These are just a few examples of what grows outside your home.

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