Pink Asparagus

When we were young and in love we lived in an apartment and planted a teeny tiny container herb garden. When we moved to our first house I dutifully transferred each herb from the pot into our new garden. Nearly everything did well. We had a prolific rosemary plant until the house painters trampled it. But one thing we could never kill? The mint. It started out at a $1.79 plant and grew to take over the world. Fortunately it was in a bed that was concrete on three sides and the fourth side was the underneath of the porch, so I didn’t much care about spreading there. Peter would often weed whack the plant to keep it tidy. I would trim it back for my mint julep fix. We didn’t regret its placement, but we knew were lucky it didn’t creep across the sidewalk and choke out the lawn.

New house means new mint. This time around I bought chocolate mint. And put it in a pot. Good thing I did. Less than a month later and it’s filled the pot. Also, if I hadn’t? I might have incurred the wrath of the blogosphere like smart, pretty Mir did.

What does one do with chocolate mint? Chocolate mint juleps? Chocolate mojitos? What?