somewhat of an addict

See this plant? It is a beautiful plant. Hello, my name is Danielle and I am the Jack Kevorkian of the plant world.

I have recently had to come to terms with the fact that I CANNOT have dairy. The Intolerance, as it where, has become more severe and I have had to give up some foods that I do in fact love.
Bye Bye ice cream.
Bye Bye cheese of any kind.
Bye Bye yogurt.
Bye Bye Fatty McFatterson Key Lime Cheesecake.

It has been about 10 years since the insidious Intolerance began. And since my mother now has Celiac Disease and my grandmother died of colon cancer and because I have a recurring nightmare of lilac-colored poo bags, I have given up The Dairy.

Which brings me to this...



I have such a love affair with fresh mozzarella, tomatoes and basil and because we live in the economic times we do, and despite me being wanted in four states for botanical homicide, I went out and purchased a basil plant. I have managed to keep this basil plant alive for AN ENTIRE WEEK, people! But what incentive could I possibly now have to keep this diminutive representation of "Anything Is Possible, I Am Woman - Hear Me Roar" alive if I can't, for the love of all that is holy, eat mozzarella cheese?

This plant's days are numbered...