Rosemary was very proud of her herb garden. She had parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (of course), and chives, fennel, coriander (which she called cilantro), mint (in a pot because it spread like wild fire), basil, dill, horse-radish (also in a pot), marjoram, oregano, chamomile, echinacea, turmeric, cumin, garlic, crocuses (for saffron), ginger, cardamom (the plant that gives the green cardamom), and yarrow.
She didn’t have borage because she had read somewhere that its leaves were toxic. And she had a bay tree, and a tree for pine nuts, and a tree that furnished both nutmeg and mace, but they were too big for the herb garden.
All her friends said the same thing: shame she couldn’t cook.