Adventure Time!

To this day, my grown children talk about the great times we had when I would ask if they wanted to go on an “adventure.” Maybe that’s why one of their favorite shows, from childhood into adulthood, was the animated series Adventure Time.

Well, anyway, back to the adventure at hand.

I can still remember being a little girl and getting excited when my Daddy and Momma announced that we were going on an “adventure” along the North Canadian River in northeast Oklahoma City.

I would ask, “Where are we going?”

They would tell me we were going searching for “poke salad” and “broomwheat.”

As the youngest of seven children, I was always indulged a little bit, and I loved any chance to have my parents all to myself. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, it was magical.

I knew what broomwheat was because I grew up with it.

Whenever I had a cough or cold, my parents would draw from what they had learned growing up in “Green Pastures” in far northeastern Oklahoma County and brew that familiar family tea: Broomwheat Tea.

They would also gather broomwheat when we visited my uncle and aunt in Luther, Oklahoma, during family get-togethers.

Now, we loved broomwheat. It was strong, but my Momma, Christine, knew exactly how to make it her way. She would add plenty of honey and lemon to balance the bitterness.

All we knew was that it was goodness going down and a familiar taste of home.

Then There Was “Poke Salad”

Now, “poke salad” was a whole other story.

In our house, we called it “pork salad,” and it was part of our family’s tradition of gathering greens from the land. We knew it had to be prepared properly, including parboiling, before it could be eaten.

My parents knew the ways of country living because they had grown up with it. They knew how to gather, prepare, and make use of what nature provided.

Those lessons became more than memories. They became part of who we were.

A Tradition Handed Down

From that rich heritage, the tradition of harvesting and brewing broomwheat tea was handed down to me.

And I handed it down to my children.

What began as a childhood “adventure” with my Daddy and Momma eventually became part of my own family story—and now, I’m sharing a little piece of that story with you.

The broomweed plant has a relatively short growing and harvesting season, generally from late June into the fall. But while the plant’s life cycle may be short, the memories and traditions connected to it can live on for generations.

For my family, broomwheat is more than a plant.

It is heritage.

It is family.

It is memory.

It is the taste of going on an adventure with Daddy and Momma and coming home with something gathered from the land.

From Our Family to Yours

Momma’s Broomwheat Tea continues that tradition of love and legacy.

Our blend brings together naturally grown broomweed with carefully selected flora and fruits to create an earthy, distinctive tea inspired by generations of family tradition.

From the first sip to the last, it’s a little taste of Oklahoma, a little taste of home, and a whole lot of love.

GOODNESS GOING DOWN!