Me? Not so much. Apparently, farming isn't a genetic trait.
I have always wanted an herb garden. I love fresh herbs. They make everything taste wonderful. So when Publix had some herbs in little flower pots on sale, I scooped up the thyme and basil plants with a stupid grin on my face. I was so excited. I dreamed of all of the recipes I could make in my new kitchen with my new herbs, and it made me so happy.
I imagined that I would be just like Ina Garten (well, maybe a few pounds less - sorry, Ina) and head to my little garden to pick herbs for my couscous, my pesto sauce, my chicken with basil...the Food Network nerd in me really started coming out.
Well, my dreams are turning to dirt. Literally. A week or so later, my herbs are looking a little pitiful. I'll have to ask Mama how to revive them, but I think it might be too late.
Stupid black thumb.