Let’s be honest, I’m not the brightest knife in the drawer. I mean, the sharpest bulb in the marquis marquee. I’m not the sharpest bulb in the Marquis de Sade.
I’m not the brightest bulb in the marquee. There it is. Or the sharpest knife in the drawer.
I got an herb-growing kit from one of my students for Christmas. I took it home, opened it up, and planted those seeds that moment. It was only after the little hockey pucks of soil had soaked up the water and the seeds were pressed carefully therein that I realized it was kinda cold for growing things, even inside.
But THEN I had a brilliant idea.
I made a greenhouse out of saran wrap. It worked! Those herbies were growing! Eventually, they were poking up against the saran wrap, so I took it off.
And they all died.
Ever hopeful, I bought my first basil plant of the season at the Farmers’ Market this morning. Call your bookie to place bets on how long it takes me to kill it.
If it’s any consolation, I bought a basil plant yesterday and this morning it’s needing an ICU–of course it is an extra cold day in New England, and I went to bed early last night, and Uncle Russell turned the heat all the way off….
Mom, your plants don’t die. Why I got all of your genes except cooking and gardening, I do not know.