I got to garden club before the meeting started. It turned out the herb dishes were for next month. I didn't read the handbook. Considering I was the one who typed it up, I really should have remembered. J.G. giving people recipes at the December meeting threw me. The garlic and dill cheese spread was a big hit, anyway.
G.A. said that she'd discovered that bananas were herbs, so she was going to make banana bread. J.G. said she already a recipe for G.A. to do, so there was only one herb in the dish. G.A. complained that garlic was an herb, so I'd used two. J.G. said that when I made it again next month, I should use onion instead of garlic, because onion wasn't an herb. My mental reaction was, "Whatever." It's in the same family. Also she said I should use more dill. I may use shallots and just not tell anybody.
The program on herbs was interesting. The presenter, B.K., had worked at the independent garden center in the area before it shut down. He's now working in a big greenhouse in the area. He brought in many herbs. I had had several years when I collected herbs, so I'd grown most of them at one time or another. I'd never grown sugar cane, but I don't think sugar cane is an herb. Also I hadn't grown myrtle. I think I'd grown one variety or another of all the other types of herbs he brought in. He was passing pots of herbs around, and I was in the back row. I asked if we could go look at the herbs later instead of passing them around, but all the other garden club members wanted to have them passed around, so that idea got shot down.
He rubbed the leaves of a lemon verbena while standing right in front of me, and then said, "There goes a whitefly!" My hoodie was partially unzipped, and apparently it flew in there. I didn't see it. At least my shirt and hoodie are washable. I think they're very small, and they only feed from plants. I started feeling that it was not my day.
After garden club, S.M. and I went to a Trader Joe's. I got melatonin, which I'd run out of. She said she'd done a big shopping trip there earlier in the week, but got a couple of things. We listened to a "Glee Sings the Beatles" CD, and I asked her if she remembered when the Beatles came to America. She did. She said that she and P.M. (her sister) weren't much for Bandstand, but that they did think the Beatles were cute. S.M. is in her early seventies. The Beatles would have been slightly after her time. Dad said Aunt P.S. was a Beatles fan, and Mom and Dad had all the records. I think J. appropriated them. J. went through a Beatles phase and a vinyl phase. I think he still collects records sporadically.
In retrospect, I have to say that J.'s Beatles phase was better than the liking for violent rap music that started soon after and persists to this day. J. was into grunge in the early 1990s. He collected all of Pearl Jam's releases. He introduced me to Nine Inch Nails and Alice in Chains. J. got the black sheep from Minor Threat tattooed on his leg. I thought that might be a tattoo he'd regret, but twenty or so years later, apparently not. He was really into Bad Religion, as well. I liked "Twenty-First Century Digital Boy" and several other songs off "Against the Grain." Bad Religion songs are very topical, and get dated quickly.
I was tired when I got home. I'm going to try to stay up until midnight, so I hopefully can sleep at least until it's light in the morning. We'll see.