Anytime Pesto

Growing up, my first recollection of pesto was from a cross country pasta party.  I’m not sure how pesto and I hadn’t crossed paths until I was 16, but somehow we had existed in separate spheres.  I’d like to be able to describe a rapturous first meeting, but I wasn’t the most adventurous 16 year old, and the pasta looked oily and green.  Still, I remember how excited a number of the other girls were, but I’m certain I stuck with ziti and marinara. Somewhere along the way I “discovered” basil.  I have loved and killed a number of basil … Continue reading