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
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In random coinciday mode, I just ran out of dill in my spice cabinet. I should have planted some!
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