I cut most of my dill, which was growing in the garden, three days ago. These plants are the ones that self-seeded from last year's small crop that Becky had planted. I have another, smaller, later crop that is still growing from seed I sowed this spring. I did not know how large the self-seeded harvest would be and I wanted to make sure that I had plenty of dill for my bread-making and cooking.
Anyways...I brought a bunch of the long-stemmed herb into my kitchen and laid it on the counter. The aroma was astonishing almost immediately. Boy, do I dig the smell of dill.
My intent was to remove the seed heads and the feathery foliage from the stalk for drying. I got busy. The dill remained on my counter. And, the kitchen was infused with such a delightful aroma. By the second day, Glenn was getting a bit concerned over the lack of usable counter space. The kitchen continued to be full of the savory, dill scent. I spent a lot of time going through the kitchen drawing in large breaths, as I went about other chores.
Today, I finally got around to the dill. It is already dried and ready to go into air-tight storage. That was easy. I almost hate to pack it up as I am still enjoying the 'essence of dill', which is still so prevalent.
I guess I can always open a jar of the dried herb whenever I feel the need for my 'dill fix'. It will be handy, right there, on my kitchen shelf.
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