There were more apples than my taste buds could handle. The nice little old lady let me take way too many from her tree. So I baked, stewed, syruped, curried, and did everything I could think of. And there were still apples. Wonderfully shaped, untouched by any chemicals, exploding with crunch at every bite. I couldn’t resist the allure of them all over again. But I had no time to bake, stew, curry, or do anything fancy. And I needed some punch to rev my apple-overloaded taste buds.
Basil. Dried and from the spice jar. It just fit.