A HUMBLE THING BUT THINE OWN...
(Vin Scully often would say that after a batter got a cheap hit. Or, as another saying goes, they all look like line drives in the box score.)
So, from the basil I planted in April, I made my first batch of pesto.
And a lovely thing it is, too. I see you caught the pine nuts in the thirty-second window between "starting to brown" and "blackened beyond recognition, what sort of moron are you"
