Basil Novels & Stories

Then he held out his hand to stop the maid from putting the soup in front of Gloria. "She doesn't eat basil," he said in a low and deep voice while nimbly picking out the basil from the bowl. Then Patrick ordered Damon, "From now on, don't add basil to the food." He picked out the basil in the soup and then pushed the soup in front of Gloria and said, "It's without basil now. Finish the soup." Perhaps Patrick was the only one who could turn sweet words into commands. Damon stood to the side, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks bul

No one except Ciara could make Basil so happy before, perhaps Helen was the first. “Basil, what are you going to do?” Samson above asked. “Wait and see, I don’t believe she won’t contact me. You just mind your own business, if those guys don’t do well you understand what will happen?” Basil looked forward and said. “I got it.” Samson nodded and continued driving. Basil looked outside, Helen’s figure was getting farther and farther away, he still felt her signature scent, it was a body scent, not a perfume, very few girls have that scent. .

I said, grinning. “Your expression says a lot” I widened my eyes innocently. “What expression?” “That one.” He turned back, setting the ingredients on the counter, peppers, onions, pasta, tomatoes, and…. Something suspiciously green and leafy that I didn’t trust at all. “What is that?” I pointed at the leaf thing. “Basil.” “What is basil?” “A herb.” he deadpanned. It obviously did not look like basil. “Are you sure?” His jaw twitched. “Lyra, go sit down somewhere.”

I remarked, rubbing my arms for warmth by the hearth. Lilac chuckled. “I do grow my own herbs. And my last birthday gift was a solar crank radio, so… you’re not wrong.” She pulled out two cans—Simple Truth Organic Tomato Basil for me and Lentil Vegetable for herself. “Soup?” “I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for soup,” I admitted. She prepared them with practiced ease, pouring the contents into camping pots over the fire. We sat cross-legged, steam spiraling between us as we enjoyed our soups. The tomato basil was surprisingly hearty, better than many pricey café soups in New York.

He supplies. Looking at the cutting board, I see a bunch of herbs that I do not know the names of. At my confused expression Dante says, "That one there is parsley, thyme, rosemary and basil. The ones that are attached to a stem need taken off first and then they all need chopped and added to this sauce pan."

Norman: Are you going to accept the apology or not? Evelyn: Hmm. Norman: ? Evelyn: Fine, yes, I accept. Evelyn: But you have to know that was really not nice, Norman. Norman: I know. It won’t happen again. Evelyn: Okay. Evelyn: Also, you left the basil in water, so it should stay fresh for a few days, just so you know. Norman: I saw that. Evelyn: Good. Don't let it die.

Basil replied, a crumb stuck on his lips. Alicia smiled calmly and pushed the plate of cookies towards Basil. “I’m sure you are not only here to eat all my cookies and drink all the tea I have in my room. So, tell me, Basil, why are you here?” Alicia asked him after he’d filled his belly a little. Basil cleared his throat and averted his gaze from her. However, a gleam of determination appeared on his face. “Yes, that’s right. I actually have something to tell you, my queen”

(I'm making kleftiko. "Ohhh, myrízei oraía." (Smells good.) It smells heavenly, it looks like some type of meat cooked with potatoes and vegetables in parchment paper. "To mageirévo gia ta genéthlia tou Basil." (I'm cooking for Basil's birthday.) She says, I can't really make out what she says but one word. Genéthlia? Birthday? It's Basil's birthday today? Oh my god! I didn't get him anything.

Alan asked Lana smiled and responded with certainty, "It's basil." Alan instantly beamed with joy and personally applauded Lana. "Ms. Clark is indeed knowledgeable, even about a niche herb like basil." In everyday life, people are familiar with herb varieties like oregano and parsley, but few would have considered basil in the same category. Basil, although also an herb, differs significantly in taste from its close relatives, oregano and parsley. Unlike the earthy and fresh taste of oregano and parsley, basil carries an elegant aroma

Before I could say anything, waiters came with another tray of food. One of them gently placed a dish in front of Elysia. It was a roasted venison steak drizzled in a dark green sauce, garnished with fresh herbs. Elysia took one look and leaned back, “I… can’t eat that,” she said with a sharp tone and pushed the plate slightly away. I turned to her. “Why not?” “It’s the basil,” she explained. “I’m allergic but the reaction is not bad though.” I raised an eyebrow. “Allergic to basil?