So after reading this lovely book, I have fallen down the rabbit hole of salves and tinctures (as an aside, I love these two words. Especially tincture. It sounds so jingley-jangley-happy-witchcrafty). I creaked open the doors, and now I realize this world is a very deep and musky cupboard. My excitement is growing for making all kinds of weird, woodsy concoctions, decanting them into glass jars, crafting up some hand-drawn labels, and handing them out as holiday gifts.
But first things first. It turns out that you need to dry herbs because the water in fresh ones can harbor pesky bacteria, so I’ve converted our kitchen windows into drying zones for the two wild herbs I’m starting with: Rosemary from the backyard, and wild fennel gathered at a nearby park. I’m envisioning some kind of spicy-heady salve. As they dry, I can’t stop looking at things like this. Granted, there's some wacky concoctions out there, but Wonder Syrup, are you kidding me? I need some of that. And who knew there was a wellspring of urban homesteading so close to me? This apothecary business could be dangerous, people. Have you tried any of this?