
I’ve got a pretty rockin’ herb garden growing at the corner of my house. Most of the herbs I picked up at the Bush Barn plant sale earlier this spring, but I’ve had a little more trouble tracking down some really great Genovese basil to add to my mix of sage, French thyme, chives, oregano and rosemary.
But I’ve waited on the basil. Not long enough, it would seem.
A couple of days ago I bought this smaller, piddly basil at Life Source for about $3.50. I figured I’d leave it alone for a while and see if it would grow into the kind of frothy basil bush I need for my summer tomato dishes.
And then, just yesterday, on my way home from the airport, I followed the throng of finely-coiffed little old ladies heading into the Lake Oswego Trader Joe’s and was thrown to the floor by the stench — and when there’s this much basil, it can really overpower — of a couple hundred plants of MONSTER BASIL bushes being sold for $2.99 a pop.
The TJ checkout dude tells me they’ve been getting an entire trucks worth for the past week and they’ve been selling out every day.
Oh, the paradox is just flooring me: You can’t wait to eat basil so you had really better just wait to get basil.
This basil is so big I imagine it sneaking into my bedroom at night, dragging its perfect, green-hued tendrils over my skin before strangling me with its leafy hands. Not a bad way to go, really.
Poor, sad little cousin basil. I think I’ll just put it out of its misery and chop him into a salad tonight.









