The smell of basil is tempting me, to be exact. Tempting me to pick it all at once and blend it up into some tasty pesto, or shred it all into a fresh tomato salad.
But apparently if you pick all of a plant at once then it doesn't grow back properly or something. The basil is safe for now.
Here is the last of the artichokes.
No more fresh stuffed artichokes until next summer (I'm learning a lot about the garden and plants and seasons today).
And the parsley has gone to seed.
It's autumn 2013 and I'm planning the cookbook with Nonna.
When I'm not getting distracted by cherry tomatoes (only the very last ones of the summer season).
Or these random dried chillis.
Actually, the biggest distraction was the jar of biscotti left on the table.
We still got some planning done.
And then Nonna revealed the last of the zuchinni flowers, and she fried them up for me on the spot.
But that's another post...