Hot dill, summer in the city
The dill has gone to seed after bringing us our fabulous black swallowtail experience. Maybe if the children practice cutting with scissors and remove the umbel/umbrella seed heads, the dill will return to leaves and flowers. I'm turning into a leaves/seeds/flower child flashing back to Mom's dilly bread. I haven't made it in decades.
The aromatic bucket-o-dill seed rejuvenated Norton the elderly Class Rabbit. He was hopping all over the classroom like a bunny half his age in search of a fix.
So while I was collecting dill seed to bring home, a small bug hopped out of the dill and onto the table. It was just the size of a dill seed, and handsomely striped. I had to take its photo through the plastic of a bug catcher, but it is still impressive in its striped outfit.
Mom's dilly bread recipe probably came from this Pillsbury bake-off. There's no kneading. It's especially good with leftover Thanksgiving turkey.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder