The epic battle between rosemary and pants
by Lizzie J
Not five minutes after I arrived home from my wobbly but blissful yoga practice at Satya, my pants were off, my Tamar Adler-inspired pot of beans was on the stove, and I was happy and cuddling with Fennel. Then I remembered. There is a giant rosemary growing 10 feet from the back door of my apartment. That rosemary would be perfect in this pot of white beans. And to get to the rosemary, I’d have to go out to the parking lot behind the building… which meant pants. I struggled. I wept. Finally, as it always does, the rosemary won out. Shorts went on and now my hands and home smell sharp-spicy and fragrant and perfect.