So back when I first graduated from college, I moved in with these two brothers for a time. Their dad was a Chef and their mother was a hippie type who loved her garden. She had a greenhouse she’d build out of windows from abandoned houses and shelving from reclaimed wood. It actually looked pretty cool.
I tell you all that so that you won’t be quite as weirded out when I tell you these brother’s names. Their names were Basil and Herb. They had two sisters, the oldest being Paprika, but everyone just called her Pippi. Then the youngest sister was Mary Jane, who apparently came along after their mom took up her new ‘herb’ growing habit.
Like I said, it was a weird family. So anyway, Herb and Basil were amazing roommates. They both had plenty of, um, herb (also from their mother’s garden) and this was back before it was legal everywhere. Their mom liked to grow and mess with her herb plants to find just the right blend for sleep or for let’s just say ‘happier’ times. Basil and Herb were always bringing home samples for us to experiment with, on the condition that we report back anything we felt or noticed after smoking it.
It never failed that whenever we’d smoke, BOTH Basil and Herb would answer to ‘Herb’. Basil’s explanation was that Basil IS technically an herb, so he had every right to answer to the name as well.
They, of course, thought that it was the funniest damn thing ever and it actually got to the point that I would start smoking first and keep them distracted so that when their stupid sense of humor started, I could at least be high enough to enjoy the humor.
At some point, I’m not sure how long it took, I just started calling Herb “Dillweed” instead and that solved all of the problems. In hindsight, I’m really surprised they weren’t all just named after their mom’s different strains of weed, but I suppose she didn’t have that all figured out before they were born. Maybe the grandkids can take on that tradition.
I may or may not have been inspired by trying a few of my new edible recipes before writing this story.
Also, This peanut butter cookie recipe makes the absofuckinglutely best peanut butter cookies I’ve ever tasted. With special ingredients ground up in the peanut butter or not. Add chocolate chips and marshmallows for the last few minutes of baking for a balls to the wall unforgettable goodness will make you think you’ve died and gone to heaven.
Originally Published on my Steemit Blog