Years and years ago, when I was a teenager, I kept a recipe book.
From memory only four or five recipes actually made it into my recipe book before I ditched it for some other idea, but out of those four or five recipes, there is one that I still remember.
It was Chicken and Tarragon Pie.
I have long since lost the recipe, but the memory of that pie in my mind is of a pie of perfection. So perfect in fact that it started a lifelong passion for the lovely, lovely herb of tarragon.
Unfortunately tarragon does not share an equal passion for me, and it usually tops itself after a few weeks under my care.