This week, I said good bye to my garden. Fall is here and it’s only a matter of time before we get a hard frost. In my garden, basil is by far the wimpiest plant as far as tolerating cold. At the first hint of a freeze, it shrivels up and dies an ugly death. So I pulled out my basil, cleaned it, and dried it in the stove.
If you’ve never dried spice leaves before, the key is to let them sit at a low temperature so they get all nice and dried out like the stuff you buy in the store. If the leaves don’t get completely dried, they tend to mold or do other disgusting things after you put them in a jar. A side effect is that while you’re drying spices, the house smells really good.
In any case, since it’s a long process, I decided that I’d better put a Post-It note on the stove to remind me that there was basil in there. It would be SO like me to go preheat the oven for something else and completely fry my basil.
So I put a cute little pink Post-It on the stove and went back to my computer to edit a giant techie tome. As I stared at the many Post-Its stuck to my monitor, it got me thinking. What did I do before Post-It notes? I was alive and kicking before the advent of Post-Its, cell phones, e-mail, the Internet, and many other technological advances in communication.
But out of all those communication mediums, I think I might like the lowly Post-It the best. It’s direct, to the point, and never interrupts you while you are watching a movie.