Once again, it's Weekend Herb Blogging, thanks to my mom's lovely watercolor. I'm not sure what was in those bottles she painted, but let's guess something ordinary and useful like oregano and tarragon.
After I began growing my own herbs, I kind of turned my back on dried herbs from the store, but I've discovered there are times when dried is best.
For one thing, I can't manage to keep a tarragon plant alive. For another, convenience. Sometimes it's dark and rainy when I'm making dinner, and I'm not about to put on a macintosh and galoshes for a pinch of thyme. And finally, dried herbs are concentrated in flavor. They've been vetted by the bottler as having reliable taste, quality, consistency. My fresh herbs, grown from teensy plants in plastic pots from the nursery, may taste too mild, a little off, a little too strong even. I love them, and I'm not giving them up.
But today let us praise dried herbs, and this wonderful painting of them.
Besides, I'm running out of photos of my own fresh herbs to blog about. Maybe just one more next week, and then I might drop out of WHB.
(Bean Sprout is only halfway through his haircut, so he's unpresentable to the camera today. Wait... That's not fair to Sam's mum's grandchildren. OK, here's one from last month. That's a pot of fresh oregano, by the way.)