For someone who likes sage as much as I do, this is a pretty grim time.
And yes, I refuse to use ANY sort of dried herbs.
If I wanted to eat flavoured hay, I'd have arranged to be born as a rabbit.
So at the moment, any ideas of flash-frying a good handful of fresh sage leaves in decent olive oil and pouring them over good pasta is pretty much a dream.
And if you see me sitting in the corner drooling copiously, it's not the early onset of Alzheimers.
I'm just thinking about lunch in early May 2008....