Basil Novels & Stories

The cleaning lady saw you sneaking out of my station and told me about it. Her gaze turned shifty and panicked. She instinctively stepped back, arms tightening protectively over her belly. "That's utter nonsense! You copied my method, and now you're turning it around to smear me!" "Smear you?" I signaled a server to bring the plate over. "The basil is supposed to be marinated in olive oil for three hours. The tomatoes must be from San Zanoro, peeled and seeded, then sauteed in butter until almost molten.

She had the certain look that said she was constantly considering, calculating—never impatient. "Let me think... chorizo, garlic, onion..." The man trailed off as his eyes held hers. It was in that moment that he noticed just how large the girl's brown eyes were. They were large and feline, the colour of the brown stood gentle and softening. He loved the aspects—the same aspects that made her eyes so bravely unique. "-olive, lard—for the pastry—eggs, flour, coriander, chicken stock..." He paused once more for yet another spell of thought as the girl pinched her lips together, his gaze drawn to the action. "-sun-dried tomatoes, paprika, cumin, chicken... I think that's it," His listing were o

I told him when I noticed him standing over me. "I would have loved to joined but…" he started. "I have no idea what moly or holy basil looks like, talk about Mandrake, I've only heard that in a h***y p****r movie and night blooming nightshade, that to me is one of those plants you guys talk about that just never existed." He finished.

Can't I just casually call him my love with no strings attached? Actually, a couple or more strings were attached, but what does it matter? " Oh, I meant um....................... I meant my Lord, not my love", I said with an awkward smile but the old lad was still staring at me in confusion, " seems like you don't know the meaning of your name again. In ancient Greek, the name Basil means royal, and in respect to that I called you my Lord", I said, trying my best to sound as educative as possible, but the expression on his face was still not something that I wanted, " come on Baz, you have a poor sense of humor", I said, tapping him on the chest and laughing

They almost match the green of the plants around her. “Well, we actually have a question,” I say, to which the woman smiles brightly and nods. “It’s about a plant.” “Oh! Well, you’ve come to the right place,” she says. “Is it Ocimum basilicum? Or how about Borago officinalis?” Nancy and I look at each other again, then shake our heads. “No,” I reply. “It’s… toxic ashroot.” The woman’s smile suddenly fades and she narrows her eyes at both of us.

"To the auntie next door. She said she's going to ask for some bazel?" "Basil." "Ah yes, that. What is basil, Darrion?" Galum seemed curious. Darrion entered the kitchen and put the groceries on the counter. "It's a herb. Aeronvein used it a lot for spices, especially soups. My mom used it for her pudding." Galum blinked a few times. He tilted his head, "Didn't she made some puddings already yesterday?" "She only made two for Jai yesterday because there's no time. But I guess our basil's already out too..." Darrion said. He just checked the seasoning cup where her mother usually put chopped

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