Omori X Basil Novels & Stories

, I shushed him, feeling embarrassed of the eyes that were now peering at us, but funny enough Basil just wasn't so concerned about it. “ Look, I found it. I found it, I win”, he said excitedly, showing me the expiration date on the pack of cookies. “ Really Baz? It's just a day difference”. “ Yes. And what did we agree on again? That I should find at least one product that was more than one week away from expiring, and here it is. It is one week and a day away from expiring”, he said, giggling and smiling from ear to ear.

“Camellia stocked it like we were prepping for winter.” She pulled out a head of garlic, a container of cherry tomatoes, and a bundle of fresh basil, setting them on the counter. “Pasta?” “Pasta,” he confirmed. “With an unnecessarily elegant salad.” Sophie glanced at him sideways. “How elegant are we talking?” “Let’s say—salad with pecans and that smug kind of cheese that crumbles dramatically.” She laughed and set to work.

“What is that thing?” “Medicine.” Was all the woman said as she poured the content into another leaf, bigger than the first. With her bare hands, she crushed the bigger leaf and the powdered content into another container and added water to make a paste. “Aloe vera and the gill of a fish” She added as she walked towards Ejima, “Would kill the bacteria, just in case the wound has been infected.” “I feel fine,” Ejima grunted, disgusted by the foul smell. The woman laughed.

Her eyes fell on cinnamon and she smiled darkly. "Sounds good to me. What is the recipe by the way? I might as well make it for myself. You know, sometimes I come home so late that I don't wish to do anything. If this soup is quick to make then I'd like to have the recipe." "Sure. It has baby corn, some spices, special ingredients like basil leaves...." Jasmine told her everything. "Lovely. Thanks, Jasmine. I'll let you know how it comes out when I make it."

Did I do something wrong? "It smells like basil. I'm severely allergic to that. Aros, if I eat this, I'll probably die. Should I?"

She muttered casually, forcing down the knife into the pineapple in the sink. Clara blinked at her but still remained standing in the doorway. “Clara, is there something you want to say?” Carol asked again, turning to look at her in the face, then she gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Market…Yea…they had fresh basil today but it took longer to prepare than I had thought,” She stuttered. “They now prepare basil for customers? I thought that shit was no more happening at the mall,” Carol tried hard to keep the wheel of the conversation rolling but it seemed that Clara had long locked herself out of it.

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.”

Sabrina's POV The kitchen in Dominic's mansion was twice times larger than my apartment. I stood at the massive marble island. A heavy cast-iron pot sat on the stove. The scent of roasted garlic, fresh thyme, and seared beef filled the air. I crushed a handful of fresh basil leaves. The green scent mixed with the rich meat. I dropped the leaves into the thick red sauce. The tomatoes came direct from my parents' farm. I spent all of last year perfecting this hybrid crop. The skin was thin. The flesh held a perfect balance of acid and sugar.