I really hate that Green Day song, but I agree with the sentiment. Aside from this beautiful basket of bounty, September is among my least favorite months. It’s such a tease – cool crisp mornings fooling you into sweatshirts that you will later rip off in the seat of your broiling car. By October, it will be much more likely to stay cool all day and rain, which is something everyone seems to be looking forward to, not least of all the dry, parched earth. The leaves will do their amazing color parade and pumpkins and apples will rule the land. Bring it on!
In the meantime, I have a date with my cuisinart to purée that basil into pungent pesto futures, which I will unleash into my kitchen during the dark days of January, my second unfavorite month.