Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! See all this? Herbs. Flavor country. And I know I say that a lot, but these really are flavor country. These little babies are the ONE green thing my husband will consume, without question. I knew, after 15 years together, that he'd become a convert the day he said, "Basil. Plant so much basil that we can NOT run out. I want pesto on everything." Oh the gnocchi we're going to feast upon, folks.
That's Mr. P there, in the winter white he's sporting on his legs. You don't want to see mine. The Scandinavian in me turns paper-white. They-don't-make-foundation-in-my-color white. White. Oh, yeah, HERBS... ahem.
So, tah-dahhh!
As you will soon learn about me - I'm not tidy, I have a wandering tendency (a gypsy itch, if you will), and I usually don't finish ANYTHING. I get distracted. But herbs, they can handle that. They're okay with that. They like me, they really like me. Except the darned French tarragon. I will get you, my pretty...
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