I had some seriously excellent pizza for dinner last night – thin crust white pizza with spinach and 'shroms, garnished with fresh basil. It was a small pizza, but not personal size, so I ate half and took the rest home.
Where I left it, thinking I’d have my usual peanut-butter sandwich for lunch today, and finish the pizza for dinner tonight.
So now I’m having mouth hallucinations about the fresh basil…