I admit it: I can be a big city snob. So when my husband Sylvain wanted to take me on day trip to Antibes, I honestly wasn’t too stoked. But I trust him and I’m always hungry, so I went along for the ride.
If you had a grand-mère provençale, and asked her about herbes de Provence, she would probably have replied "Qu' est-ce que c' est?". She would, of course, have cooked with the herbs she kept outside her kitchen door or gathered as she walked near the house, perennial plants that could thrive in hot, sunny locations.