Pictured above is some basil that I utilized to prepare "pesto" in accordance with a technique for doing same supplied to me by my wife, who transmitted this technique to me while in absentia.
"Pesto" is something that may sound unamerican to some. To those who think like that I say "stop it." America is best because of diversity and can-do attitudes. There is no need for can-don'ts, and definitely not room for can-don'ts on my balcony.
Case study: The cilantro I planted died. Well, if you expected me to tuck it between my legs and cry and lament than you need to work on reaching a better hypothesis based on facts and inferences. Because instead I triumphantly planted jalapeno seeds. See now how they are trumpeting triumphantly out of the dirt? Soon I shall dine on jalapenos, basil, and, the god(s) willing, a stinking pineapple (I'm steeling by heart against the hope of a pineapple to prepare for the very real possibility that the summer season will depart and never supply me with a pineapple).
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