I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus recently. A real blogging lull.
I’d apologize, but I’ve truly found it to be a nice break; necessarily making any apology no more than half-hearted. And, though many things, I’m no hypocrite. You see, I foresee the figurative chasm, most-assuredly, worsening before it heals.
The very first time I ever planted herbs, I planted a basil plant in a pretty little pot, sat it outside my apartment, watered it, loved it, doted on it…
…until the time came to make pesto. And I cut him down at. the. knees. As in, literally. Nearly all the way down to his fragile little roots.
This veggie pâté has made my world a better place.
Colours seem more vibrant, music sounds more melodious, and sandwiches taste more delicious.