I grew up in a mint-loving family. When I was a cookie-selling Brownie, I could always count on my relatives to purchase dozens of boxes of Thin Mints. My mother and my aunts adored Grasshoppers. My father thought the best thing about the Easter lamb was the mint jelly. You get the idea. As you might imagine, one of the first things I planted when I had room was mint, which in our house shows up in everything from cocktails to salads. Fortunately, in an unprecedented act of foresight, I confined the mint in its own planter so it wouldn't overrun the garden. I suspect the little mint plants are not happy about this; at night, I imagine they plot to escape their confined area, infiltrate the rest of the garden, and take over completely, which so far has not happened. The closest they get to the other herbs is recipes like this, which shows that with proper supervision, they can play nice.

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