I was asked to squeeze the basil.
I was told there was a non-negligible amount left, but it had to be squeezed like a tube of toothpaste.
We were making pesto from scratch for the linguine.
The basil was a crucial ingredient, so every molecule counted if flavor was to be of any concern.
I was up for the challenge. Pesto is my favorite.
I took a deep breath, compressed the tube, slid my fingers towards the lip, did a little prayer as I used both thumbs to push the basil out in pellets.
It worked until a certain point. Beyond that I had to implement scissors, which I used to cut the tube of basil in half.
Brain over matter.
I spun a spoon around the cylinder, collecting every ort, lit two of four votive candles, propped the empty cut halves on my broken eyeglasses, and took a snapshot of my frugality séance.