My boyfriend is loud. Wait a second, let me start again. My boyfriend, HB, is a food processor. And he’s efficient, but noisy. (That’s what she said. Sorry, I couldn’t resist)
This is what the girls do when they help me make pesto and it gets to the point where I actually turn on HB.
My dad gave me a ton of basil and I wanted to make it into pesto to keep in the freezer (pesto is just basil, a couple glugs of olive oil, salt, pepper, and a couple cloves of garlic all pureed together to make a sauce for meat, veggies, bread, grains, soups, or pasta). In the middle of the winter it’s great to be able to break out the pesto and taste fresh basil. It’s a little brown because I put it in the fridge and probably neglected it a day or two too long before embarking on the pesto project.
And there it is! Probably enough pesto for 4 pounds of pasta, which is 4 meals in our family. I put it all in the freezer and our dinner had nothing to do with pesto, oddly enough.
I was in a breakfast for dinner mood. I toasted some crusty bread, rubbed it with a garlic clove, put some ricotta cheese on it, topped it with mixed greens and cucumber, an egg, and 2 slices of bacon. It’s a great meal because I love having my food all mixed together with each other to make one dish. I know that’s not everyone’s cup of tea, I know many people who don’t like food touching each other, one of them being my oldest daughter, so she got a plate with toast, bacon, eggs, and some fruit and gave me a thankful face. It takes all kinds to make the world go ‘round.
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"...and it gets to the point where I actually turn on HB."
That's what she said.
Sorry - had to do that!
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