The Swenglish Home

Something for the Swedish chef...?

Well, I may not be a Muppet, and I may not be a chef as such, but I do find pinching a stem or two of fresh herbs a precious treat. The parsley above may look a little tired, but taken into consideration that the photo was taken a few days ago and this pot has been outdoors all through the unusually heavy snow experienced by most of the UK this winter, well, I think it is hats off to the parsley!

And basil, sweet, seductively scented basil, I never want a home without it. Even the journey home from the supermarket becomes a sniff-feast, with the whole car filled with the inebriating smell of basil, with promise of Mediterranean meals and sun-stroked tomatoes. Well, a girl can dream, can't she?

To me, an alluring home is a home that speaks to all the senses, and I find fruit, vegetables and herbs as pleasing to the eye as they are to the nose or the tongue. Oh, how I long for spring. I think I will go and bury my nose in the basil pot for a while and dream of summer salads...

Let the green begin!