I should have waited until this morning to go to the farmer’s market, but I couldn’t do it. There was a bundle of thyme available at Whole Foods, and I have the Sadie in my sights.
I’m a girl that embraces signs, symbols and all kinds of mysterious stuff. On Saturday night, I took one sip of the Sadie and loved it. My parents, my friend who tried it? They weren’t as into it. Too herbaceous. Not sweet enough.
But I loved it. In one sip, I was transported. In one sip, I was out in my back yard with scissors in hand, clipping thyme in the hot Iowa sunshine. And while the time in Iowa was maybe harder than any other time of my life, there is so much about it that shaped where I am now.
“You know what?” I said to my coworker, Kim, as we took a break out in the sunshine yesterday. “Today is exactly a year since I applied for this job.”
It’s a strange, dotted line from Iowa to Oakland to a cocktail in Staunton and back again. But I can see it as clearly as a mapped route, and for that reason, I’m giving the Sadie a try, starting with infused vodka.
I’ll report back on how it works.