Still Dreamin’ of Rooftop Herbs
Remember my post on March 2? I was going to ask Mike, the super, if I could plant basil and parsley on the roof. Well, I did. Long story short, my request was denied. I had to take it to the board of my co-op building, who after deliberating the matter at one of their monthly meetings worried that other people would want to do the same and eventually sully the look of our beautiful roof deck. But I was not to despair. They said they’d look at ways that they might accommodate other aspiring rooftop gardeners.
At least there’s hope. I think of all the great things that could come out of being able to grow a few herbs on the roof. Bragging rights, for one. When someone tells me that they get their parsley from such and such farm, I can best them and say that I get mine from my roof. How much more local can one get?
I think of all possibilities for neighborliness. I’d offer my basil and parsley to friends in the building. And if other people started growing other herbs, we’d have a full stable of fresh ingredients for our kitchens.
I know I’d experiment a whole lot more with my cooking if I had fresh herbs at hand. I’d consider trying all those recipes that call for just a few tablespoon’s worth of parsley, like chicken saltimbocca and lentil soup.
What most appeals to me is not having to buy the herbs at the supermarket. As I said in my earlier post, I rarely need more than a sprig of parsley or a leaf or two of basil for the cooking I do. I hate to see whole bunches of the herbs go to waste in the frig. I really do. I don’t like to think of myself as taking more from the Earth than I know I’ll need. We should go easy on Her.
Oh, to think what a few herb boxes on the roof could do for the environmental problems of the world!