Via wiki:
> Equisetum is the only living genus in Equisetaceae, a family of vascular plants that reproduce by spores rather than seeds.
> Equisetum is a "living fossil", the only living genus of the entire subclass Equisetidae, which for over 100 million years was much more diverse and dominated the understorey of late Paleozoic forests. Some equisetids were large trees reaching to 30 m (98 ft) tall.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equisetum
The plants that we see right now are just a snapshot of what's currently successful. If we eventually find alien life somewhere, the strangeness might look a lot like the earth-bound "aliens" of our own past.
If something is edible, people will probably have identified and eaten it. I suspect this didn't happen in the modern period of 'consumer culture', just for the taste and thrills but likely during the numerous periods of famine in history.
Like grasspea ( "Lathyrus sativus", https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lathyrus_sativus ), sort of a bean which strangely, can be eaten a few times to fend off starvation but "The crop is harmless to humans in small quantities, but eating it as a major part of the diet over a three-month period can cause permanent paralysis below the knees in adults and brain damage in children, a disorder known as lathyrism."
Imagine having nothing to eat but grasspea, each day telling yourself: "Last time, tomorrow I'll have a nice loaf of bread with steak". Only to resort to grasspeas again, each day closer to the point of no return.
> A new book marvels at the strangeness of plants—and tries a little too hard to explain how they’re like people.
If you're ever at risk of thinking that plants are like people, you can cure it by reading about alternation of generation in bryophytes. If bryophytes were like humans it would be like if our (haploid) sperm/eggs went out and got a job and an apartment and a social life and only bothered spin up a (diploid) human for sexy times. Plants are bizarre.
>> Rejecting the anthropomorphism that permeates the preceding 10 chapters, she cautions that “putting too human a sheen on plant intelligence is a failure of imagination.”
A courtesy caveat emptor for the objective passersby suffering from acute antilibrary fatigue.
Is it like a baby/mitosis/dna, why does it grow