Surprise Chives!

I know I’ve mentioned it on here before but once upon a time I tried to grow my own herbs.  I planted them from seeds.  I watered them, kept the dogs away, and made sure they were in a part of the yard where they would get enough sun.  I lovingly watched them sprout and begin to grow into fragrant teenage plants, dreaming of the day that harvest would inevitably come and I would have fresh basil pesto, dried thyme and rosemary, parsley (which, by the way, I grew because I hate paying for parsley at the store.  Don’t ask me why) and mint.  They were lovely.

 

Then one fateful night a storm blew in.  I heard the hail hit the roof and rushed downstairs to save the beloved plants, only to find out that it was too late.  They were gone.  I was devastated and never grew herbs again.

 

So you can imagine this past weekend when I was pulling weeds in our yard that I was incredibly surprised to pull up some green onion-looking plants.  I smelled them – onion.  I looked at them and immediately turned to Nate, waving them over my head and smiling like a lunatic.

 

“CHIVES!!!  IN OUR BACKYARD!!!”

You would have thought I had been panning for gold and found a 30-carat diamond in my sifter.

 

“Cool,” he said.  Guys never get that kind of stuff.

 

So now I have a bunch of feral chives sitting in a cup of water on our counter, and you can bet your bottom dollar I’m daydreaming of ways to make these suckers part of our dinner.  I have a feeling it’s going to involve roasting and potatoes and probably mustard.  One can never have too much mustard.

 

Here’s the important question though:  where does this leave me?  Will I continue in my weak gardening ways, or is this an eye-opening experience that will forever change the destiny of our backyard?  I suppose only time will tell, although the tomato adventure is going quite well if you ask me.