We stopped in at the Szimpla Kert after church today — basically a ruins pub that runs a locavore market each week. It’s a bit like finding organic food in a World War II picture of Dresden, but with a happier, funkier vibe. We enjoy chatting with the various vendors, and when I saw these jars I had to buy some. The basil is grown on a farm about 20 miles outside of Budapest, which pretty much defines the northernmost clime that will support it, and in keeping with the organic standards for Hungary (earning the “Bio” appellation), “Budapesto” contains only naturally grown items here in Hungary, meaning there are crushed walnuts instead of pinenuts in it. I’ve submitted the paperwork to trademark “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Buda;” that will put us on the fast track to early retirement, I’m sure of it.