The basil plant on the sill had gone bananas during September and I was working through it. A Tuesday dinner - chicken parm on thin spaghetti with a red sauce I’d been slowly building all afternoon. I tore so much basil into the bowl that you couldn’t see the cheese, and my husband laughed and said it looked like a salad. I said it was a salad. He ate two bowls, so he agreed.
Chicken parm on spaghetti
