Several years ago our local community center had the idea of having a collard festival in the fall. Complete with Boston butts and all the trimmings we were selling plates to improve the center. We got a local truck farmer to plant a bunch of collards, and then the work started. We had two pickups stacked high with collards, then we had to pick them, wash them and cook them. I got so dang tired of collards I lost my appetite for them.