With Halloween approaching I’m a bit jumpy. I’m back up on the hill and last night the thunderstorms tripped out the power and everything went pitch black! Crap! Where’s that darn flashlight? I immediately thought of my friend Lin and his guide dog Major as I felt along the walls towards where I last left the flashlight. Is this what Lin’s life is like everyday I wondered? I suppose he is used to it by now but I have to say the experience for me was a bit unsettling. (FYI: Lin has raised $415.00 of his $3,500 goal so far, this is only 11%, perhaps I’m the only one who is still afraid of the dark?)
This is a big old house in the country and probably the spookiest place I’ve ever been during a thunderstorm alone. To top it off my friends and I are planning a “ghost walk” in Genoa on October 31st and so I have spent half my night on the internet researching Italian ghosts! At 3 a.m. I was woken up by the banging of shutters and the neighbour’s barking dog Cujo. What could he be barking at and why in the devil is he outside in this rain? Turns out those banging shutters were mine! Oops.
Now onto the light of day…this past summer my husband pointed out a wild oregano plant in our field and together we clipped it and hung it to dry. For days I have been shucking the dried leaves off the stems and placing the delicate herb into old jars. Now I know I’m a newbie at this but really how complicated can this task be? With so much oregano I thought it best to pass some on just in case the Polizia decided to drop by again and think I’m growing ganja and have a small dope operation up on this here hill. I mean after all, it’s not like I don’t have any free time on my hands.
As a neighborly gesture I once again knocked on the farmer’s door. By now he probably thinks of me as quite a pain in the butt however he keeps inviting me in and don’t ask me why but I am still shying away from “having tea” with this lot. I proudly produced two jars of freshly shucked oregano only to be one-upped by theirs. Of course I’m not surprised, these people have been living in these hills for seventy years, what the hell would a little old Canadian chick like me know about proper herbage anyways?
Seems they have some fancy round gizmo with a screen and this is how you properly prepare oregano. Okay, great, thanks for the tip…ummmm, but I don’t think we have one of those. Do they still make them I wonder? Maybe if I search the cupboards of our own kitchen I may discover we have one too?
Needless to say, I ended up dropping off two jars of substandard oregano and walking away with a jar of theirs which was of course perfect! Can you really teach a 44-year-old dog new tricks? Or should I just stick to buying mine at the supermarket like everyone else I know?