Dear Basil Plant,
After many months of fruitless searching and unsatisfying meals, I have found you and brought you into my home, where I promise to care for you and treat you with the respect and admiration you so rightly deserve.
We have much in common, Basil Plant. Like you, I find myself much more at home in Italy than in France. Like you, I feel a special kinship with the delights of Italian cuisine. And, like you, I make the most out of even the simplest of meals using only the freshest ingredients.
I remember well the last time we were together. You, too were on holiday in Marbella, Spain, and Mr. Apricot and I were so thrilled to have you spend time with us. You were a notable guest at dinner each evening, and we thoroughly enjoyed having you. But, sadly, our week soon ended and I had to leave you behind.
Back home in Montpellier, I walked alone through all the markets I could find, hoping to recapture the spark of our most recent rendezvous. But alas, I was forced instead to make due with mere substitutes, dried and hacked to bits in tiny jars. They weren’t you, though, and I felt unfaithful inviting these impostors into my home.
My recent flirtation with a good friend of ours, the cherry tomato, stirred in me a feeling I thought was long since forgotten. But now, my affair with the cherry tomato has unleashed an insatiable hunger in me that I knew must no longer be denied.
Finally, today, I set out to track you down and make you mine once again. And lo and behold, there you were at Les Halles, lonely and unloved, trying so hard to seem attractive to the French: Basilic, 3 Euros Pour Le Pot.
Joy! I almost cried out at our unexpected reunion, and gladly paid the ransom to your captors.
I practically skipped through town with you proudly at my side and purchased a fresh baguette, cherry tomatoes and mozzarella. It felt so right. I can see that Cal doesn’t understand you, but not to fear; you are safe here, and we will spend the rest of our days together in bliss.
And now, Basil Plant, I end this letter so that I may join you in celebrating our love:
As God is my witness, I shall never go without fresh basil again.