Herbs

If I were to define the word, without looking it up to confirm, I’d say generally, it means adding a small amount of something for a very large “spice up.” As a child, I didn’t like the idea of spiced chickens or herbed bread’s, I knew this meant some overpowering flavor that would ruin the base goodness of whatever it was I wanted to enjoy eating.

Many a meal I skipped and instead ate what I called a peanut-butter melt, which consisted of a thick smear of peanut-butter between two, store-bought, thin, white slices of bread that I’d throw in the mircrowave thirty seconds or so for a roof-of-the-mouth covering, gooey, but delicious meal.

As an adult, I suppose some of my taste buds are worn away because I do add herbs to foods, especially ones fresh from the yard like chives, lemon thyme and rosemary, but these still seem more palatable compared to the dried and packed in red-lidded bottles.

I do love paprika sprinkled on top of potato salad!

I meant also to write also about Frankincense, Myrrh oil and mustard seeds and herbs of the Bible, and then wind into the wildly popular shops on every corner, in every small town in Oregon, where people can now buy their “herbs,” legally. Like I said, a little spice can go a long way, or a dab will do you ;)

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