Ode to Mint
Every time I read about mint, the writer warns me not to plant it directly in soil because of how invasive it is; but I say one of the assets of our home is the weedy domination of mint that fills a large area of my garden from spring to fall.
I didn’t always feel this way, and for some years I let the mint bed grow wild and sadly unused; but a great love affair began four summers ago, when I started making and drinking water kefir and discovered my favorite drink forever: Mint-Fig Kefir.
This drink alone is worth the work I’ve done the last two springs attempting to contain the mint and carve out space for other plants, and such is my love for it that last fall I decided I couldn’t go another winter without it. Kiki and I harvested all of the mint before the freezing weather would burn it, and I preserved it in ice cubes, dry flakes, and powder. I trimmed it all to the ground, mulched it with organic matter, and kissed her good night.
Not only was I able to enjoy my beloved refreshing kefir throughout the winter, but also we fell in love with mint chocolate truffles.
And every time my mint emerges in the spring I feel such joy I want to sing.
This year I’ve used mint even more, incorporating it in our yummy raw veggie dips for spring rolls, venturing to cook a successful Thai chicken curry, and making mint coconut ice cream —one of our new favorite treats this summer (not Joaquin’s).
Thank you my darling for gracing my garden,
For nourishing me,
For every joy you give me…