I had never heard of cinnamon basil until my husband brought one plant home from the nursery. We’ve had rainforest weather for several weeks now, and it appears to love the steam. And sure enough, it has a bit of sweetness in with the spicy that evidently earned its name.
So…I clipped a nice, leafy 6-inch sprig from the plant, stuffed it in a jar with an equally leafy spring from our backyard tulsi (also loving this wet heat wave), filled with cool water, and chilled. Result: clean, crisp cinna-lemonosity to wet my whistle with. This may become a fridge standard the remainder of the summer.
Oooooooh, that sounds lovely! And don’t you get a kick out of eating/drinking something you grew yourself?
Yep—particularly since I normally have a black thumb. This year’s other surprise successes have been cherry tomatoes and banana peppers.