I think we can all agree that there are two types of coriander (or cilantro, if you prefer) in this world. There’s the vibrant, fragrant, almost electric-green bunch you pick fresh from a garden, and then there’s that sad, slightly wilted plastic-bagged version from the grocery store that seems to turn into green slime the…
There’s something incredibly satisfying about stepping out into your garden and snipping off a few fresh basil leaves. The scent alone is enough to transport you to a sunny Italian kitchen, ready to whip up a fresh pesto or top a Caprese salad. But if you live in a place where summer means relentless heat…
There’s a certain magic in stepping out into your garden, snipping off a few sprigs of fresh rosemary and thyme, and bringing that incredible aroma into your kitchen. I do it all the time. But what happens when your herb garden goes into overdrive and you have more fragrant goodness than you can possibly use?…
There’s something incredibly satisfying about stepping out your back door to snip fresh herbs for dinner. I remember my first attempt at an herb garden. It was a chaotic mix of everything I could find at the local nursery, planted with more enthusiasm than knowledge. The result? A tangled mess where some plants thrived and…
I remember my first herb garden. It was a chaotic little patch of dirt where I threw some seeds and hoped for the best. To my absolute shock, things actually grew. The parsley exploded into a vibrant green bush, and the oregano went wild, creeping over the edges of its designated space. But then came…
I remember the first time I tasted a Thai curry made with fresh lemongrass. The bright, citrusy zing was a world away from the dried, dusty stuff I’d found in stores. That flavor got me hooked, and I knew I had to grow my own. The problem? I live in a place where winter means…
It all started with a sad-looking basil plant. I had visions of endless pesto, caprese salads, and fragrant garnishes. Instead, I had a pot of droopy, yellowing leaves that looked like they had given up on life. My crime? I thought more water equaled more love. As it turns out, my basil was basically drowning…
I remember my first attempt at starting an herb garden. I had visions of snipping fresh basil for my pasta sauce and fragrant mint for my tea, all grown by my own two hands. I bought a dozen different seed packets, threw them into some random soil in a sunny patch of my yard, and…
There’s nothing quite like stepping out to your garden, scissors in hand, to snip some fresh basil for your pasta or mint for your iced tea. The aroma, the flavor it’s a simple pleasure that makes all the effort of gardening worthwhile. But then you see it: tiny holes in your basil leaves, a strange…
I remember the first time I decided to grow herbs. I had this grand vision of a lush, fragrant garden right outside my kitchen door. But reality, as it often does, had other plans. My basil wilted, my rosemary became a sad, woody stick, and my mint staged a hostile takeover of the entire garden…