My strongest food memory comes from fresh dill. Every time I smell it, I’m instantly transported to my Granny’s huge, sprawling garden. As a kid, I used to spend hours there, nibbling on veggies, picking flowers, and looking at bugs.
Dill had self-seeded all over her garden, so I was constantly brushing against it and releasing the smell. I'd pick the dill flower heads and put them behind my ear. My brother and I would even pretend we were rabbits and nibble long stalks of dill.
