The Plight of the Rosemary Plant

(Before I begin this post, I wanted to let you know that I have had five people email or facebook me and tell me that they made the spinach quiche I ranted and raved about and that they loved it too. If you didn't print the recipe the first time, click right here, print the recipe, and make it for dinner tonight. You won't regret it.)

Yesterday, I went to the nursery.

Now, if you know me, you would be thinking, "What nursery? Like, a baby nursery? Because surely Erin wouldn't be going to a plant nursery."

But if you really know me, you would know that as Enrichment leader, I am in charge of putting together Relief Society night. And they asked me to put together a night on herb gardening.

So, I found myself at a nursery yesterday to find out if there would be anyone willing to come and talk to our church group (no such luck, yet).

However, while I was there I decided to purchase rosemary because I have this knock-off recipe for Macaroni Grill's rosemary bread that is to die for (it is kind of this recipe with a few tweaks), and I wanted fresh rosemary for it.

I walked into the nursery and the first thing I saw was seeds. Perfect! I found a packet of rosemary seeds. Next, I needed a pot. I found a cute pot that I thought might be the right size, but I wanted to ask someone who worked there if it was big enough.

I found a nice woman who fastens her watch around the neck of her apron.

"Hi," I asked. "Do you think this pot would be big enough for a rosemary plant? And do you have a little bag of dirt I can purchase, just big enough to fill this pot?"

She very kindly smiled and asked, "Do you just want one rosemary plant?"

I said, "Yes."

She said, "Well, you could purchase an actual rosemary plant, instead of buying seeds."

I asked, "Oh, you sell those here?"

*Crickets chirping*

You see, it's a nursery. They pretty much sell everything there.

I pretty much started laughing hysterically, because I was so embarrassed.

She led me to the rosemary plant area, where they had at least one hundred starter plants. She chose a beautiful one for me (since I clearly don't have the mindpower to choose one myself), and said, "I will just go fill your pot with dirt for free. No worries."

(When I was telling Christian my story last night, he asked, "Did the woman ask you if you knew how to water the plant?" I laughed and said, "No, but I'm surprised she didn't.")

She filled the pot with dirt, rang up my $5.00 purchase, and cheerfully said, "Come again!"

Oh, she knows I will be back. Probably when I kill this rosemary plant.

(Mayyyybe I'm not the most qualified person to be teaching this Relief Society night activity? If I can't find someone, I'm in charge. Someone, please help me? Please?)