How do you like your miracles? Grandiose? Sweeping? Brazen? Secret? Hushed? Hidden away? Noisy, with puffs of smoke and flashes of light? Or earthy, humble, even sensual? i’ll tell you: i prefer the latter. I prefer the miracles you can touch, taste and get inside of, over the spectacular ones you only hear about. Yesterday, I came upon a miracle-maker. He’s friendly, down to earth, and passionate about his craft. In fact, he spends most of his time in the earth, bringing life to wonderful and long-missed aromas and flavors. He makes magic happen, and the list is long: Fresh rosemary, thyme, cilantro, flat parsley, curly parsley, sage, three varieties of basil, scallions, chives, arugula (!)  … and fronds of fennel silky enough to coax superlatives from your lips. He’s got lavender, citronella, three types of mint, and more and more and more. I stood in his field, jaw hanging, enjoying an olfactory adventure I hadn’t known for years as he handed me leaf after leaf to inhale. This is my kind of miracle; this is my brand of …