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The Earl of Oregano

Today was as perfect a day as you get in summer around here—breezy, not particularly hot, not particularly humid. Pleasant. So I finished this painting (most of which was done in a crazed fit yesterday) with the window next to my desk open, hearing the crows harass a red-shouldered hawk that had wandered by, and watching the various little birds flit around the feeder. (Black and white warbler! Woohoo! I hold out hope it may actually be nesting here!) And the air smells of—well, mulch, mostly, since I took advantage of the cool morning to put down a few loads in the back, and also of oregano, because I pulled some to use for reference material, and now my fingers smell like oregano. And the fireflies are just now filling up the garden, and I can hear the frogs discussing whether or not to hold an orgy tonight.

And we had Anaheim peppers from the garden stuffed with cream cheese with dinner, and I have a nice Crispin cider and I cannot really imagine a better way to work on a painting, although I did have to stop partway through to pull off a wandering tick, and Angus the little orange cat cannot get it through his little orange skull that oregano does not equal catnip—it’s a LEAF! In the HOUSE!—and keeps eating my reference material and then spitting it all over the desk and giving me an accusing look when he doesn’t get high.

Sigh.

oreganobadger

Digitally digital. Also digital.

The badger earls of Oregano live in a dry sunny climate, densely planted with the herb from which they take their name. The sixth Earl of Oregano, ruler of the walled town known as Oreganum, successfully stood off the Mongol hordes for over three months, until the Mongols got bored and went looking for easier prey. (Being nomadic horsemen does not make one terribly good at long sieges.) As it is nearly impossible to dig out a badger that doesn’t want to come out of its den, Oreganum never fell into the hands of either enemy or ostensibly friendly forces. (Attempts to use the town as a friendly base of operations were met with polite refusal and later boiling oil.)

Many of the most beloved cultivars of oregano still emerge from this region, often from striped and surly gardeners.

I learned a great deal from the garlic painting, most notably how not to waste four hours of my life inking the bloody thing when I’m just gonna paint over it anyway, and changed up the labeling for something more Art Nouveau. The banner thing was nifty, I know, but a stone bitch to paint, and if I ultimately make spice labels out of these, which I think I might—or at least stickers sized in that general range, to be used as such if desired—I wanted a consistent and easily read label, so that people don’t have to stop and stare at the art in the middle of frantic cookery. Also, this way I get to sneak a tiny Red Wombat logo in. (Should I wind up doing a spice label set, I’ll probably have to adapt the Prince of Garlic to fit. If this actually happens and you already bought a Garlic and want prints that all match, let me know and we can work something out.)

He is wildly out of scale to the oregano, but feh, sez I.

You can order prints at the usual place, and I’ll keep y’all posted if the label thing ever happens.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

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I really, really want a set of spice labels and pictures for my kitchen.

OMG the Red Wombat logo is perfect.

I approve. I've just been told that expression has been observed before - in the wild, as it were.

When we have a bigger kitchen (and room on walls), I'm ordering some prints from this set. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to narrow it down from what's available then!

What IS that cheerful face in the lower left?

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Also wondering about the butterfly-salamander-wyvern thing and the other critter in the belt pouch. And are we sure the happy face in the lower corner belongs to a wombat?

if these become spice labels, consider several sets sold already...

"One cultivar which has not been seen outside the Earldom is the Giant or Royal Oregano. Said to grow as tall as the ruler, it is apparently used like Basil by them, resulting (some say) in that particular puckered expression that the locals are famous for. Please note that an earlier Earl's attempt to combine this with tea (Earl Brown Badger's Mix) was not considered a success."
"It is also noted that there is apparently rumored to be hedges of Poison Oregano, similar to poison oak, or ivy, where the oil concentrations in the leaves are strong enough to cause irritation. But only minor irritation for badgers. This, again, may be the cause of the particular puckered expression."

The badger is, indeed, exceptional. The awesome er, flying seahorse/nessie beast is just plain off the charts.

I really want to see the Lady of Shallots.