orega-yes!
i was walking down the alley today, off to poke around the sleepy beach town i call home, and i was met by a ball of frizz attached to a woman clutching a brown paper bag. we exchanged pleasantries as strangers often do, and as i kept walking, she suddenly said, "hey! you want some oregano?" ... considering the reputation of this particular beach town i live in, i hesitated... ((thought "no officer, it really IS oregano!")) she came towards me with a handful of the pungent herb, and i grasped it, thanking her as i took a deep breath of the unmistakenable aroma. we parted ways and i continued walking down the street, having to put the mini-bushel into my handbag as i lacked any other way to transport it, and i wasn't about to carry it in my hand for the remainder of my journey.
i don't think the smell, or the leaves, will EVER leave my purse.
current mood: hmm, what should i make?