What the???

I have discussed my culpability in planting mint as a Junior High horticulture experiement and how my mother still has to fight it off. I think that I am being punished for it. I cannot seem to get mint to grow in pots. I can get orchids to produce great blooms, I can get huge yields from a Meyer lemon tree in horrid conditions, I can raise tomatoes, hydrangeas, dahlias, etc., etc., but my mint is pathetic. Mint. A weed. Something that one normally must fight to contain.

You should see it. Snail-eaten. Spindly. Few leaves on long stems. And right next to it, a French rue that is growing like crazy.

I went out yesterday to pick some leaves for the mojito granita and could not get enough leaves from the plant. I will have to go buy mint leaves today. That is almost as goofy as when I was in college and realized that one of our kitchenmates was buying California bay laurel leaves. I pointed to the tree accross the street. This biology major then saw the error in his ways. One should not have to buy certain herbs.

Next thing you know I will have to buy wild fennel.

Meanwhile, have a very happy Cinco de Mayo! Go sneer at a Frenchman.