Confessions of parsley and chives

I'm 41 and I still don't know the difference between parsley and chives.

“Can you get me some parsley?”

“is that the curly one or the straight one?”

“curly”

“ahhh... curly. okie dokie”

I know basil, sage, thyme, rosemary, catnip and a few others in the garden but parsley and chives remain elusive. It's a brain burp. Or blockage.

To be honest, if it was that important to remember which from what, I suspect I would already have the differences well and truly embedded in my brain but as I don’t, I’m now of the belief that it’s not a life altering omission... and I sincerely doubt that instant recollection would bring about world peace, or make jam and cream donuts less fattening.

Don’t get me wrong, I have put some effort into trying to identify them, one year I made labels [since faded] and I have even tried word association “Parsley is poky, Chives is curly” but I can’t remember if this is correct or if it’s the opposite, which brings me right back to where I started... not knowing which is what. 

In my defense, I strongly believe my brain has a very limited capacity and that it operates exactly the same way a sausage machine does; if you feed something in one end then something else will come out of the other. As such, if my brain stores the very basic facts, which clearly defined parsley and chives in their own right, then something will be shoved out the other end to make room for this new piece of information. I worry that this may be my ability to breathe, or shut my mouth when I have finished speaking.

As it appears they have both herbs have gone to seed, correct selection is rather a rather moot point. 

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