not everything wild is better. i will still, on most days, take a mild and delicate lettuce mix over bitter dandelion, and beefsteak over venison, and a hearth over a campfire. but true wild rice, hand harvested and hand parched, compared to the stiff black domesticated version harvested by a sort of aquatic combine, well, there’s no comparison. and i’m not just talking color. although, take a look. i mean, can you stand it?
Northern wild rice (Zizania palustris)