Cilantro & The Mexican Restaurant

Today we were working in the yard. I had planned to fix a home cooked meal. I think I remember how to do that! Vince was trying to kill the pampas grass and I was pulling weeds. I pulled a few that were at the intersection of the sidewalk and the driveway and I thought . . these smell like cilantro.

That’s when I remembered that I was unpacking kitchen stuff back in October, a bag of cilantro sprouting seeds had opened up and probably less than a teaspoon of seeds had fallen into the bottom of the box. I dumped them in the mulch there and as soon as I did it, I thought . . I’ll probably have a bumper crop of cilantro next year. Sure enough, it’s coming up everywhere in that area and I’m not complaining because I love it.

I first held a sprig up to my nose to see if that was what I was smelling, then I remembered the seeds I had tossed out, so I tasted it . . then I couldn’t stop smelling and tasting cilantro. I told Vince about the incident and he said “You want to go get Mexican for dinner?” I told him .. no! I’m cooking. Really! He said “But . . cilantro in the yard and Mexican . . it’s a sign .. let’s go.” So, we did it. I know that lady in the restaurant thinks I never cook and I’m kinda thinking the same thing.

It was good and I’m glad we went though. We have to go to town Monday to get Vince’s car or, that’s what I heard last week, so other than that, I hope we stay home most of next week and get things done around here.