Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Carnivorous




I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to have my herbs planted. The day was hot, almost 90, and I headed out to do my shopping. The herbs were fresh off the truck and I caught a real bargain!

There was however the conversation I overheard from the back of the car on my way home.

I could hear the herbs snickering, as they are prone. They were taunting the steaks packed in bags next to them.

“Oh, you will be cooked up and eaten!” laughed the Thyme, Rosemary, Basil and Sage. They couldn’t contain their laughter as the meat seemed to become sullen.

Finally, one of the gorgeous rib-eyes in the pack retorted.

“You don’t think they aren’t going to eat you too, do you?”

“Of course not! She only bought us for our aromas and our fragrant flowers!”

“She makes pesto.”

“WHAT?!”

“She makes pesto and uses thyme in egg dishes and rosemary in chicken. She uses basil in her homemade spaghetti sauce. She even has chives growing that she will probably chop and dice to put on top of fish.”

“Oh NO!” said the herbs.

I stopped the car and they were still trembling.

Yes. There is something very satisfying about having herbs planted this time of year. I’m looking up more recipes.

3 comments:

L>T said...

Ummm, basil. Love the stuff.

Verilion said...

OH! The poor herbs!

This is really funny, sounds like your muse has found her way home!

Minx said...

I can't use thyme from the garden any more. The cat doesn't like it and sprays every time he goes past. It took us a while to realise!
It always tickles me the way you pronounce basil (baze-ill) - lovely stuff all the same. Love it in panini with sun dried tomatoes and marscapone cheese.