NOTE: Don't Drive with Weed in Your Car

Recently my mother came into some good weed......

Fresh stuff.

Dried to a flavorful perfection.

And she shared it with me, because she loves me. And she knows that I love fresh herb.

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What? No, I am NOT alluding to something of a illegal substance! Heaven's no!!!!

But as I drove home, I got to thinking....."I hope I do not get pulled over. How would I explain that one? What would I tell my husband and kids?"

And most certainly my mother would die of embarrassment. Certainly. Especially because I would be forced to list her as my "source".

I think I would have some major "splaning" to do with any green substance in a jar that has the word weed on it.

What is worse, she first had it in a baggie and then I told her it looked suspicious so she transferred it to this jar. And wrote "weed" on it. Dill weed. But weed, is what she wrote, no less.

Something so innocent and delicious, as a fresh dill pasta salad could have gone to "pot" for lack of a better word.

Thank God for small favors. And no traffic. And perfect driving conditions. And no blue lights in my rear view mirror.

Oh! And a fabulous pasta salad. YUM!