A few days ago, Bonnie from Living With Thanksgiving commented on the tarragon I planted in bush beds around our yard. She had questions about it, and as I started typing an answer, I realized something.
There is so much to say about French tarragon!
I knew immediately that I could and should write an entire blog post about it. So, I did. 🙂
WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT TARRAGON – THE FACTS
If you see seed packets for tarragon, don’t buy them. You need to buy a baby plant, and make sure the plant tag says French Tarragon, not Mexican or Russian or anything else. French is the key, and it doesn’t grow from seeds. BUT…
With one plant, you can root
French tarragon in a jar of water
and have all the plants your heart desires!
Isn’t that good news?
This is the plant I rooted from my original “Mother” plant. (This picture was taken three years ago. It’s four times as big today.)
Here’s a section of the mother, still blooming tiny golden flowers each fall, turning brown each winter (so cut it down to the base), then growing new growth from the base again each spring. There’s nothing easier!
It won’t hurt the plant if you don’t cut it back in winter. It’ll still grow back from the base, but you’ll have ugly dead sticks mixed with your lush, green plant the following year. (You can’t kill this plant – except maybe with Round-Up™, of course.)
Here are three more cuttings I rooted this past spring. Who wants one? Come and get it! 🙂 Place one beside each entrance, and the fragrance will greet your guests. It’s for you to enjoy, as well. As you swish by the plant to come and go, you’ll be blessed with the most heavenly aroma!
Moving on to cooking with French tarragon, easy does it! It has a sweet, licorice (anise) flavor, but the licorice can take over too strongly if you use too many fresh leaves.
This is my all-time favorite chicken salad sandwich – with bacon, lettuce, and tomato on a crescent.
It took me years to make my own version of the chicken salad from Homespun Cafe in Atlanta. The sweet flavor inside had me swooning (and stumped)! Once I figured out that the sweet flavor was tarragon, I no longer had to sit and dream about the good ole’ days in ATL. I had my own version, my Copy Cat Chicken Salad recipe.
You’ve got to see my Tarragon Chicken Fetuccine recipe – so delicious!
Does that settle it? Are you going to find a baby French tarragon somewhere and plant it in your yard?
I’m sharing this post at Metamorphosis Monday.