Fennel of Dreams

I've had some nutty dreams lately, like this one, in which for some reason I am at Martha Stewart's house - specifically, the one in Maine - and Martha is sitting on her expansive terrace over the ocean and barking at me: "Marilyn, check the fennel!" 

I don't know what she means: In the garden, in the spice cabinet, on the stove? In bread? I don't know, but I am frantically running in and out of the house trying to figure it out and the all the while Martha is sitting out there in a deck chair, yelling it over and over again. #marilyncheckthefennel #ohmartha #IblameTrump