I leaned over in bed [twss?] last night to give the Bride a peck and, instead of sweet yielding flesh [?], my lips were greeted by a basil bush that had grown into the house, and, like some nefarious kudzu, then entwined the staircase and all the way into our boudoir, where it overgrows just EVERYTHING, like in that issue of Swamp Thing where he takes over Gotham City. You know.
No. But, really, we have immense amounts of basil, just like you do. I would advise you to get your Marcella Hazan Basics of Italian Cooking and make her frankly mind-blowing summer basil sauce. Or don't, because you will want to make it all the time and you have other things to do, like sleeping.
Go to DLM and get a 28 oz can of those whole san marzanos (yes, canned - don't argue) or equivalent. Smoosh them up. Get a heaping handful of yr various basils, roughly the equivalent of 2 - 3 of those packages. Or what, when roughly chopped, will equate to a heaping cup and a half of basil. Slice 5 - 8 cloves of garlic. Put all this in a large sauce pan. Heat. Put in a teaspoon of salt, grind some pepper. Add more oil if you wish, it's your life. Simmer for fifteen minutes or so on medium high heat, then adjust for salt. Or have Gabe do it.
Pour that slop over a cooked box of linguine.
It is the best thing in the universe. And to think you thought "maybe we won't put basil in this year." BULLSHIT!
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Mom? Did you buy a computer?
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