Fresh basil after a rain tastes better.
Sure it does.
Have you ever been staring at your basil plant all day?
And it’s drooping and tired
And it looks sweaty
And you think,
‘Christ if we had some damn water and a breeze this thing’d be all right’
And then thick clouds roll up and the breeze kicks in and the trees start complaining all over the place
So you go inside, bemused.
But then you notice the damn basil kicked up. And now it’s time for fucking pizza?
And there you are up against the wind, trimming away with kitchen shears at something you grew!
And it tastes so good.
You just buy your basil at the grocery store?
Like, in that little plastic sheath?
Huh. That’s cool, bro.
Never mind then.