January by the numbers starts here!
From kelkyag's prompt "oregano;" a blog post
This one’s all me.
When we moved into our second apartment together, T and I — and a friend of ours, and a friend of his, and so on — we acquired a whole bunch of stuff-left-from-previous-roommates, thus starting a trend that would continue (with a couple pauses) for the next decade-plus: dishes, pie plates, for a little while a doll cabinet.
But back then, one of the first things we got was a collection of far too much grocery-store oregano. I think there were three containers of the stuff. And the thing is… we didn’t really cook with that many spices and herbs back then. We were in our early twenties, I barely cooked at all and T. was just starting to work on his cooking.
We ate oregano in everything
for a while. And the thing is, old grocery-store oregano doesn’t taste like much and I didn’t have much of a sense of smell, so I’m not sure it added much more than a sort of dusty green color. Still. Oregano. Everywhere.
We started gardening maybe 5 years later, but it is not until three years ago that I actually started growing oregano.
This stuff, I can smell
. I can taste. It’s pretty good, actually, although when it comes to herbage I much prefer parsley and sage.
But the thing about oregano is, it turns out it’s part of the mint family. (I find this weird. I’m not sure why I find this weird, but I do). And it’s a perennial. And, well, it acts like it’s in the mint family, which is to say it’s determined, invasive, and durable.
And the thing grows nearly three feet tall. Every year, without me doing anything. And the bees love it.
And we still don’t cook with oregano.