Please Don’t Use Dill

It was only one little branch of dill, a sprig really. In fact, it was probably, accidentally, mixed in with a bunch of parsley that I didn’t even notice until for some reason I felt compelled to smell the herb pesto before plopping it into the rice. Then I thought — was that dill? But shook my head and forgot about it. So what if it is, I thought. It’s just a smidgen.

But of course, not for Bettina. She took one bite of the risotto and screamed…”Is that DILL???”

I shrugged. Better to stay out of it. She threw the whole bowl of rice out the back door and raced into the armoir for three bags of pasta. Or what she calls pasta. I have no idea where she gets the stuff, but she calls it pasta and it looks like oatmeal.

“Go tell the guests we are preparing a special treat ala minute. Tell them I’m adding a dish to the menu. They will be thrilled. Go tell them. Tell them. And…please do not ever use dill again.”