I have a large and fragrantly abundant pot of sage growing right next to my kitchen door. It is sufficiently plush as to attract admirers from even a sidewalk view. And yet ... I never use it. <br /> <br />Until Sunday, when I snipped one huge stalk, whose thick, mature leaves protectively shaded an inner rung of tiny ones. Its cut end oozed the perfume of summer, which instantly beckoned to be preserved. <br /> <br />

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