The Romance of Fresh Herbs

I have a shelf full of tiny bottles of indeterminate age that are fine in a pinch (pun intended), but nothing makes a meal or engages the senses quite like the look, feel, taste and, certainly, the smell of fresh herbs.

I have a cutting board and special knife exclusively dedicated to chopping herbs. The board is wooden and bowl-shaped in the center and the knife is like a hand held pendulum that chops the herbs through a gentle rocking motion I now associate with warmth and comfort. I’ve tried new technologies over the years, including the loud, bone-jarring choppers that made my palm (and head) hurt and the overly elaborate electric food processor that felt like a messy and unnecessary escalation. In the end, I always return to my bowl and pendulum

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