Deep in the heart of Wiltshire a dear old biddy is busy, squirrelling away in her potting shed tending lovingly to her little babies. Snipping pruning and occasionally chattering to her babies, in an affectionate sort of way. Would they be eager to please her, were they aware that the dear old biddy was going to cook them. I wonder?
Unusually today though, the dear old biddy wasn't snipping, pruning, planting nor to be found reading her magazines down in the Potting Shed, but strangely, listening to her babies chatter. The chatter was all about who might win? Would it be Lovage or perhaps Dill or maybe that pungent old git Garlic? Intrigued, the dear old biddy sat down in her chair, turned off her Take That CD, put down her magazine and listened to the chatter. Oh my god and she smirked to herself as she realised her little babies were growing up and would soon be destined for Lord Roxy's knife. They are betting on who might win the race!
The dear old biddy knew it would be a close run race as those rascally beans had already leaped out of the potting shed and into bed, with the garlic no less. Now that's a marriage made in heaven.
Anyway, to everyone's surprise, Basil won the race and as a reward, will feature in Thursday's Gastronomic feast of Italian cuisine.
Here's Basil in all his glory; 'first past the post'
Well Basil is looking good, pity he is for the chop on Thursday. I can hardly move in the "potting shed" for all the produce that is growing there. It looks like something from "The Day of the Triffids". Haven't eaten anything from there yet though so looking for ward to Thursday when I can gorge on…….BASIL.