notes from maggie's farm
--Pliny, Roman naturalist
I was about 3 years old when I discovered mint in my grandmother's garden.
There were no vegetable gardens in my urban family's life. The only thing I knew that grew was flowers and grass, except those red things from the next door neighbor's flower bed that I picked, then got on my skin, and on my lips, and in my eyes, and as my mother tells it, blinded me for an entire afternoon. Those were called peppers, and they were fruits of the devil, I was told. And I believed!
And nothing but dirt grew in that corner of the backyard that was off limits for playing. Dirt, sand, and cat poo. But nothing you'd ever want to eat--no food came from the dirt. Food came from Piggly Wiggly.
But then, I found, growing in the very back of my grandmother's garden, a mound of the freshest smelling green stuff that I'd ever happened upon. It smelled so good, I knew right away that I shouldn't mess with it. But I did, anyway. I put a leaf in my mouth. And it tasted good! And it was magical. I knew that if I ever got lost in the woods, I could find that stuff, and live on it forever. That stuff was like freedom!
I wasn't sure that I should tell anyone what I'd found. I thought I'd 1) get in trouble, and 2) lose access. But I eventually broke down and showed my grandmother what I'd found. And do you know what she did? She made me.............
A Glass Of Mint Tea!
So, yeah, mint is kind of special in my world. And I'm certainly not the only one singing its praises. Following, find everything you need to know about growing mint, cooking with mint, and, yes, drinking with mint.
Also, recipes with mint on Notes From Maggie's Farm include:
What is your favorite way to grow, eat, or drink with mint?