Nothing prepared me for this. Not the fact that dsd had already made this once, and raved about it convincingly. Not even the fact that she graciously gave me some leftovers, which, when I ate them two days later, were delicious. No, I admit I was unprepared. I admit I thought of olives as lovely but limited — fantastic with the right cheese, or on their own, or even in a loaf, but nothing more, right? …Wrong. This pesto is easy and remarkably creamy and delicious. (Oh, and also, I had it with my first successful loaf of bread; that helps, too.)
The fresh heirloom tomatoes at the USQ farmers’ market were irrisistable—time for some always satisfying tomato soup with grilled cheese.
We had CSA zucchini coming out our ears. This turned out to be a fantastic preparation.