With the overabundance of fresh herbs right outside the cottage at Les Pierres, sumptuously scenting each entrance and exit, it’s easy to forget about less fortunately timed future cravings. Providentially I’m quite fond of the revived ritual of picking early morning and putting our dehydrator to work.
As usual mint is the first to catch my eye, having been unwarrantedly worried about its reappearance, another etesian frivolity that I just can’t seem to shake because it accounts for so much more joy every time it does become rampant, thus making way for my cutting.
