I am usually very skilled at killing plants.  Though my intentions are good and I try my best to keep them alive, they’d much prefer to croak than endure my underwatering/overwatering/too much sun/not enough sun/is this the right kind of soil efforts.  If having a green thumb is necessary to sustain the lovely gifts of nature, then I’m all fingers.  Until now.  About a month ago I was given a gorgeous peppermint plant and somehow have been able to prevent the thing from succumbing to it’s Jaime-induced demise.  In fact, it’s growing like crazy!  So what’s a girl to do with all this beautiful mint?  I decided to have a nice, little tea party.  Mint-themed, and with gin. Heck yeah!