I have had a good crop of basil this year. I used it to make pesto for a pesto chicken pizza tonight, which turned out splendidly. I have loved cooking for a long time and gardening, growing vegetables feels like a natural extension of that.
Eating something I’ve grown is so satisfying. I feel more connected. More accomplished. And it just tastes better.
I am lucky. To have a garden. To have food to cook. To be able to do these things for myself and my family. That I am allowed to tend to things that matter and bring me joy.
I mean it’s just basil after all.
