BloodSorrel…Sorrel. Continuing with our “Luke REALLY Hates Me” challenges, I happened upon blood sorrel in the market the other day. The greens were striking: bright, lime-y colored looking leaves with deep (Ron) burgundy could I resist?  I sampled a leaf at the market. It’s more bitter than regular sorrel but still packs a tang. A sourness. Impulsively, I snatched a half pound bag, a purchase solely based on aesthetic:

“It’s…so…pretty! Oh, the colors!”

Now, how to prepare? Luke fears that we’ll both have salad recipes, his faith–clearly–challenged by my…challenges. I wonder if Rose Levy Beranbaum has a blood sorrel tiered cake recipe for him.