I say Pesto

I’m a big fan of one-time hobbies: canning, teeth
whitening, taxidermy. One day last week, I decided to make pesto. It started
out with a thriving basil plant. Despite my black thumb, it had grown into a
bush, overlooking the hotties shopping on Prince Street.
I gathered the other ingredients–pine nuts,
olive oil, garlic–and a recipe from Cook’s Illustrated. After roasting the
pine nuts, I dumped the whole mess into my food processor (came free with the
blender I bought specifically to make tempting, cool drinks), and that looked
good enough to be Pic of the Day (see above).
After I chopped it fine, as you might do to a frog or
irritating small child, I became all Martha Stewart-ish and froze the pesto in an ice cube tray. Now, for a quick meal, I add a cube to a small jar of plain tomato sauce (Ingredients: tomato puree.) and I end up with some gourmet
tasting shit that doesn’t make feel like I am still in college (Go Lions). Roast a piece of chicken and add a cube for that last five
minutes of cooking and you’ve got a meal that could get you out of most types
of trouble with the gf. Most. I also plan to add a few cubes to a jar of sauce over some slow-cooked meatballs for the first NFL game with snow. Yummy.

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I’m a big fan of one-time hobbies: canning, teeth
whitening, taxidermy. One day last week, I decided to make pesto. It started
out with a thriving basil plant. Despite my black thumb, it had grown into a
bush, overlooking the hotties shopping on Prince Street.
I gathered the other ingredients–pine nuts,
olive oil, garlic–and a recipe from Cook’s Illustrated. After roasting the
pine nuts, I dumped the whole mess into my food processor (came free with the
blender I bought specifically to make tempting, cool drinks), and that looked
good enough to be Pic of the Day (see above).
After I chopped it fine, as you might do to a frog or
irritating small child, I became all Martha Stewart-ish and froze the pesto in an ice cube tray. Now, for a quick meal, I add a cube to a small jar of plain tomato sauce (Ingredients: tomato puree.) and I end up with some gourmet
tasting shit that doesn’t make feel like I am still in college (Go Lions). Roast a piece of chicken and add a cube for that last five
minutes of cooking and you’ve got a meal that could get you out of most types
of trouble with the gf. Most. I also plan to add a few cubes to a jar of sauce over some slow-cooked meatballs for the first NFL game with snow. Yummy.

Related Links:

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Site of the Day: Old folks.