Rosemary

Dad dried rosemary in the attic, and then we took it off the stems, crushed it, and put it in jars. He said we're going to make some awesome dry rubs. (I was like, what are you talking about?)

Dad said that the Oregon rosemary that Hazel sent (thanks Gigi!) dried better. He said his got sort of gray and shrivelled. After about ten minutes of work the rosemary started to stick to my fingers. I got bored and started to sit in it and Dad told me to go eat a tomato.