For longer than I care to admit, I've been lamenting the cost of fresh herbs. Every time I find myself standing in front of the grocery case with the herbs, I start muttering under my breath about how expensive everything seems to be. From time to time, I shake my fist at the unassuming herbs in their shiny plastic packaging. I must look like a crabby 90-year-old instead of the sunshiny almost-30-year-old that I am.
This year, I decided to do something about it. Instead of spending $3 on a bunch of basil that will unexpectedly go bad two days after I bought it, I spent $2.50 and bought myself some herbs. Nestled in their planters in my backyard, I am looking forward to a summer filled with fresh herbs when I need them.
Hello, Rosemary. You look just lovely. I shall put you atop some homemade focaccia. I will serve you sprinkled on potatoes slathered with butter and cooked in foil on my BBQ grill.
Sage. You make me happy. I don't know why as I don't often use you. I will find a way to use you more this summer. And not in sausage. See, I don't make sausage from scratch, so I can't use you in it. Something. I'll find something.
Oh, cilantro. I put you in a turkey burger last night. You were delicious. You'll also be the crowing glory of my guacamole and pico de gallo all summer. You're quite pleased with yourself. I can tell. I'd be more pleased with you if you didn't look so floppy. Let's work on this.
Basil. We have a relationship, basil. I put you in pasta. I toss you in roasted tomato and green bean salad. You help me make a wicked caprese salad. I find you to be delightful in all forms. I heart you.
In fact, I heart all my herbs. We're going to make beautiful food together. It's been determined.