On Saturday, my friend Philippa and I stocked up on basil. We then sat on her screened porch, took the leaves off the stems, and talked, talked, talked. We felt like old-timey women stringing beans together -- and realized how smart they were to turn a chore into a joy. Her husband came by to say hello and offer snacks and water, then went out for pesto-making supplies. Her elegant gray cat Bast kept us company while watching the birds. What fun!
I bought four big bunches of spray-free basil for $12, enough to make five batches