Ah, darling of the dough, the palette is all about that gleam of fresh basil, that glossy sheen of freshly kneaded dough. Picture the basil as the vibrant silk scarf on a runway, fluttering against the soft, buttery crust of a freshly hydrated pizza—each leaf a splash of green, each crumb a gentle beige. I always line the basil up in a swooping arch, like a runway entrance, then let the dough cascade below, like a curtain of golden light. And remember, no measuring cups—just feel the dough, listen to its whisper, and let the basil sing in chorus. This is the haute couture of the kitchen, and every bite is a standing ovation.