It is the liberal use of fresh herbs that makes a cook worth her fleur de sel! The garden is lush and rich with mint and parsley, basil and dill, tarragon, rosemary and thyme.
I can’t resist plucking a few mint leaves and rubbing them between my fingers as I walk to the garden. It’s early morning and the sun hasn’t vanquished the dew from the lawns. It glitters on tiny exquisite spider webs in the grass and creates a fairy world.
The air is still and quiet. No tractors working the fields. The seeding is finished. Beans and peas planted. Corn already climbing to the sky.
I harvest a perfect head of butter lettuce for supper. At the very last moment I’ll wash and tear the leaves. Add a tangle of tarragon. A drift of thyme. Lots of fresh chopped chives and fleur de sel and then quietly toss it with a few tablespoons of thick, rich cream. That’s it. Simple perfection.
I bring the perfume of the herb garden into my home. Fill an old fashioned white cream jug with parsley and mint. Simplicity! I could have plundered the flower garden and create an enormous bouquet worthy of any hotel lobby. But, it is this simple fragrant collection of leaves that brings such joy to my heart.