Oh, nm, can I just say how wonderful it was to go out and snip off two sprigs of rosemary, throw them on the chicken on the Foreman grill, and end up with the most delicious lunch ever?  Savory, yummy, with a hint, I think, of something licorice, but not so much as to make me regret eating it.  No, instead I waved the grilled sprigs of rosemary at the Butcher in order to make him jealous.  I don’t know if it worked, because he’s still asleep.

So, let us count the awesome things I’ve done with the rosemary growing in my herb garden:

1.  Steeped it in hot water and used the water as a hair tonic.  Result: exceptionally soft hair.

2.  Steeped it in hot water and used it as a face rinse.  It didn’t make my face exceptionally soft, sadly, but the smell of it was very relaxing.

3.  Grilled it on chicken.  Incredibly yummy.

9 thoughts on “Rosemary

  1. Mmmmm. This year three pots of herbs, next year a dozen! Or whatever. I do find that using the plants I have nurtured gives me a wonderful feeling of combined blessing and accomplishment.

    Next year I will show you how to grow tomatoes in a pot. Or peppers. But tomato vines have a more wonderful smell.

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  3. The smell of all of the wonderfulness I took in recently is still in my clothes and I’ll be damned if I want to wash a one of them because it reminds me of a magical evening that I’m still thinking about. Squirrel Queen agrees.
    B., this will only make sense to you.

  4. *laughs* My mother is absolutely crazy for rosemary. My dad got her a rosemary christmas tree this year, which was cute (it was also bigger than the ones pictured, but I can’t seem to find the place we bought it from any more).

  5. It will last forever (well, not really, but for years) if you take it indoors over the winter. I know that some rosemary is supposed to be winter hardy around here, but I personally wouldn’t risk it.

  6. Ours didn’t fare too well, actually. It got caught in the big freeze that killed all the orchards here, and turned into a brittle cone of dried rosemary. But before that, it was lovely. It was about three feet tall, and too heavy to move easily, and we strung up festive things on it and it made the house smell nice.

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