There is so much basil. I think she cut down a basil tree.
Because there is so much basil, I was compelled by forces outside of my control to stop at the store for tomatoes and fresh squishy mozzarella. I honestly think that in high enough concentrations, basil achieves sentience and mind-control and can coerce its unsuspecting victims to purchase gobs of Italian food products. I stayed strong – I avoided the aisle with the imported balsamic vinegars and extra-virgin cold-pressed olive oils. This time.