So, the other day, I wanted to make a Caprese salad. We had delicious fresh tomatoes and mozzerella. All I was missing was some good basil, and I knew it was growing somewhere in my backyard. I don't know if I was too sleepy or if I was just plain ign'ant, but I couldn't recall what basil looked like. So I decided that it would be a good idea to tear off leaves of candidate plants and put them in my mouth to taste them. I guess my smelling technique wasn't going very far. Anyway, so there I was, for about five minutes, tearing off leaves of plants growing in my garden and chewing them and spitting them out.
I forgot that the tornado came. And knocked down our fence. And our trees. And all forms of keeping privacy. So when I looked up, I saw a man in a truck over in the street by our yard... just staring, bewildered at my backyard mosying and munching.
I guess it didn't help I was in my boxers when it was 2 pm.
Anyway, I finally found the basil, and my salad was delish.
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