Swiss Basil

Im a two eyed, no horn, walking purple pepper picker! I look kind of strange to most people!

I picked another purple pepper today. It was a premie purple pepper. Not nearly as big as the last purple pepper. But purple non the less.

The other purple pepper was about the size of an average bell pepper. And again, I picked it from the garden that is not mine.

I also picked a few other vegitables from the garden that is not mine. I was in need of some free produce. Anyway, I was given the job t take care of the garden that isn’t mine while its owners are away on vacation. I had to think about what was best for the garden in this situation. And what was best for the garden was for it to share its bounty with me…

I decided to make some gazpacho. And gazpacho is what I made I never made gazpacho until tonight. It took me way to long to make, and I made way to much. I got a little cucumber crazy, which lead to tomato crazyness, and so on and so on. I really only wanted a little bit of gazpacho. I love it, and have been wanting it gor a long time. After about an hour and a half, and a mess and a half, I had myself a big pot of the stuff. Anybody want some? I most likely will have a little bit and let the rest sit like a piece of pottery or something. To bad I can’t hang it on the fridge to share my accomplishment. Because really, thats what this is. I don’t cook. And if I do cook, its usually for somebody else to eat. I can post a picture here at least to share my accomplishment..

…It looks fairly legit right? All except the "garnish" I got a little garnish happy too.

But thats because……

Pastor Mantis blessed the basil. Its holy basil. And then he said…" let there be lots of garnish on your gazpacho. Amen!" And then he asked if I had any confessions I needed to make. So I said "Well for starters, I dont go to church" And he said "go on…" Then I said " I stole some produce from your garden over there and I am going to steal the basil you are blessing"  Then I confessed that I was wearing hideous red "garden" crocs. I continued to confess for another hour or two, then headed home because it started to pour down rain!

I need to get some help, huh? Or at least better help, becuase the help Im receiving now has yet to heal my lameness! I need to seek a therapist who specializes in patheticness!