I’m just mad about Basil, but Basil’s not mad about me…..which is disappointing. It may be that I’m too demanding; too in Basil’s face. I want him with me all the time, and Jenny’s OK with that, by the way, but it’s a one way street. Much as I pamper and refresh him I have only to turn my back for a minute for the luxuriant, glossy leaved, Basil that accompanied me home to revert to a drear, drooping, dullard completely devoid of taste. I have planted and potted Basil to no avail. The only reliable solution has been to pick up a fresh Basil whenever I see one……a sort of herbal Grinder. The thing with Basil is to use it fresh and to use lots of it. The Light Basil Sauce, from “The Provencal Cookbook” by Patricia Wells, is a wonderful example of how addictive is a hit of Basil……it’s served with a very good white bean soup which works very well in the warmth of this soft underbelly of summer.