Gustatory Floral Pleasure

Nelson, picking burdock.

Most of us, top of mind, would mention visual and olfactory pleasures as the primary sensation that flowers wow us with. Thanks to Helen Rosner for reminding us, and to Alexis Nikole Nelson for demonstrating to us, the other sensory pleasures of (some) flowers:

The social-media star Alexis Nikole Nelson, a.k.a. BlackForager, is building an army of florivores.

Nothing takes me back to the Midwestern pastoral of my youth quite like the smells of springtime: freshly cut grass with an edge of lawnmower fuel, the sweet ozone of an imminent thunderstorm. Most of all, it’s lilac bushes, which grow stately and ragged in the hard soil of Chicago’s front yards, or peek over back fences to wave down the alleyways. In May, the tiny purple flowers would open; by June, their thick perfume hung in a haze around each bush, the barest breeze sending out intoxicating eddies of rich scent. When I left home and moved to the East Coast, I sometimes bought cheap lilac colognes—there are plenty of lilacs out here, too, but sometimes a person is a little homesick and needs a whiff on demand. Scent, so neurologically intertwined with memory, is an emotional catapult, and I found that even the clumsiest molecular facsimile of lilac would get the job done.

Until a few weeks ago, the idea of eating lilacs had never occurred to me. If you’d asked, I’m sure I would have stated, with unfounded authority, that the blossoms were inedible. Then, in late May, I saw a friend post a picture of her in-progress lilac infusion on Instagram. Another friend chronicled her theft of a lilac branch from a neighbor’s yard, for use in lilac sugar cookies. The novelist Amal El-Mohtar tweeted her preparation of a batch of lilac syrup: a bundle of just-picked blossoms, washed, then measured, and finally set in a bath of hot sugar water to infuse. Something was in the air, besides all the pollen and perfume. “Why did every person I know decide to do homemade lilac syrup this spring?” I asked on Twitter. The answer turned out to be Alexis Nikole Nelson, an Instagram and TikTok phenomenon better known as BlackForager.

Nelson has been foraging since her childhood, in Cincinnati, Ohio, where the ecosystems of Appalachia and the prairie collide in a riot of edible wild plants. Now she lives in Columbus, where she plucks the blossoms from black locust trees to fry up into fritters and turns the young shoots of woolly cattails into cakes. She’s chronicled her ad-hoc harvests online for years, mostly for a small group of friends and fellow-foragers, but when the pandemic began—bringing with it a surge of interest in naturalism and culinary self-reliance—her audience exploded. She posts about leaves, roots, and seeds, but the people want flowers: crab-apple-blossom milk tea, magnolia cookies. Flowers give us not only their aroma but their hue: in a recent guest spot on Drew Barrymore’s talk show, Nelson talked the actress through the process of making a violet syrup that changes colors when you combine it with other liquids. (Is it magic, or is it pH sensitivity? Who cares—it’s fantastic.)…

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