“container garden” seems a funny term for what my husband plants every time we arrive in france. he thinks of his potted herbs as the opposite of contained–a wild abundance, full of possibility, baked dense and flavorful by the high, white mediterranean sunlight, and ready to add flavor to a near infinity of possible dishes. which is why i occasionally need to call him back to earth: “honey. i just need some protein and some starch. peanuts and a hunk of baguette. maybe a slice of cheese. that’s all i need. step away from the herb garden. hands up. no sudden movements.”

collection of mediterranean herbs: basil, parsley, verbena, hyssop, rosemary, thyme

autignac, languedoc, france

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