pine needles

Tonight I made those recipes from the Pioneer Woman. They were yummy, and the Crash Hot Potatoes were a fun departure from the norm. As I was chopping the fresh rosemary, Tom came into the kitchen and saw the unused sprigs. The following conversation (or something close to it) ensued...

this is fresh rosemary

Tom: "Pine needles?"

Me: "Yeah pine needles."

Tom: "Have you ever made this recipe before."

Me: "No."

Tom: "Where did you get the pine needles?"

Me: "From a tree in my backyard."

Tom: "How do you know they are the right kind?"

Me: "I don't know. Do you think it matters?"

Tom: Look of disbelief in the idea, yet trust in my mad cooking skilz.

It was pretty funny.