My fingers smell like rosemary. Of course, they're also red at the moment, which means that there's something strangely weird going on. Or weirdly strange. You pick.
My Christmas cookies are in the process of being created; one of the zillion things I did during my long weekend was to make the dough for them, and that's the particular reason why my fingers are confused. One of the cookies I made accounts for the way my fingers smell; that would be the lemon-rosemary cookies of which I've become so fond. This year, I decided to use fresh rosemary, which means that I had to tear off and cut up the leaves from the stems I bought. I'm glad I did it; the aroma from fresh rosemary made the dough smell amazing, a taste I hope will transfer to the cookies. But since I had to hold the rosemary by hand to tear and cut it the oils from the herb transferred onto my fingers, where a day or two later the smell still resides.
Of course, I LOVE rosemary, which means I think my hands smell heavenly. But that's just me.
Here's where the strangely weird (or weirdly strange) part comes in. My fingers smell like a green herb, yet look like they were attacked by a red one. One of the other cookies I made were my traditional cherry-chocolate explosions, which means that I had to cut up a jar of maraschino cherries. I don't know how much food coloring was placed in those cherries, but by the time I finished cutting up the jar the fingers which I used were a very bright, almost neon red. They smelled like rosemary, mind you, but looked like they had gotten involved in an intimate relationship with a Twizzler.
Don't believe me?
No matter how many times I washed my hands (and I washed them a lot while making the dough, because I practice safe baking) the red coloring would not come out of my fingers. Even after taking a shower this morning the red coloring still hadn't come out of my fingers, although it's faded a bit. I'm hoping it comes out soon.
But if it looks like I have red fingers on TV tonight, you now know why.
Hopefully, the red disappears soon. The scent of rosemary can stay if it wants, although that's disappearing at a much greater rate than the color. But who knows—maybe when I eat one or two of the cookies I can get a little of the smell to rub off on my hands. To play it safe, though, I may use gloves when eating the cherry cookies.
Just in case.
8-)
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