Growing up as a child, my mother was a constant gardener, you could say it was one of her most loved hobby. She also knew how to cook, and the combination of gardening and cooking made the kitchen a literal treasure trove of herbs. One of the many herbs around the kitchen was Parsley.

I’m a flower person myself, but once in a while, I’d get close to the parsley and get in a huge whiff of the herb. “Mom, it smells like tea”, I would often proclaim.

“Yes, hon, because that’s what tea is, just a bunch of leaves and herbs”, my mom would reply.

“But, how come you put tea into your cooking?”, as I remember asking one day.

“It’s not tea, exactly, but the ingredients that is important. You see, different herbs go well with certain dishes, and Parsley just so happens to go well with many of the pasta dishes I cook.”

To this day, I’m not really sure what each of the herbs are used for and in what dishes, but whenever I smell parsley, it takes me back to the days of my youth, in the kitchen, watching the greatest cook to ever live, my mommy.