The Thyme of my Life
Written by Asinus Asinum Fricat on June 9, 2008 – 3:50 am -As a kid I used to take long walks with my great grandmother into the surrounding woods which were covered with wild thyme and sariette (a close cousin). I can still remember the scented hills, particularly in the spring, when gazillions of tiny thyme flowers would envelop our neck of the woods with their sweet perfume. We would gather a few bunches, and my great grandmother would make infusions, and lace it with some verbena and lemon balm. You could drink this hot before bedtime or iced cold on a sunny day.
Tags: Food, Herbs, History, Thyme
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