The two of us went to Trader Joe's today armed with a shopping list and our Blackberrys, feeling simultaneously smug and inadequate. We immediately dropped all sorts of rather silly organic stuff into our cart, but finally stopped to discuss just how silly it was to pay three bucks for a few leaves of "organic Italian basil" that were artfully packed into a small plastic container.
Then I remembered the giant pots of basil that greeted us as we walked inside the store, and suggested we start an herb garden. For a few cents more, I reasoned, we could have fresh basil for our fancy meal and many more to come.
Oh, the plant looks and smells lovely, and Chuck wasted no time finding space for it on his porch and watering it. I am already afraid that I will somehow kill it, but for now it is healthy and thriving, and will lend itself to the drizzle on our grilled scallops tomorrow.
Jesus god, we are old.
