Waiting for tomatoes is harder than waiting for Christmas! This year I planted the wee plants and walked away. No cages. No pinching. No fussing. Just good soil, h2o, and a yank or two on the mega weeds. I have a forest of tomatoes with little to no disease! Ditto for basil.
Green mass of untamed tomato plants! Better that the brown mess I usually get.
Pesto here we come. Freezes great!
2-3 cloves garlic
1cup nuts of choice (I use walnuts)
Chop up in processor
Add 2 cups jammed of basil and whiz together.
Drizzle olive oil in until it is the consistency you like. I tend to keep it thick like a spread for warm fresh bread. If I want to add to pasta as a sauce I just add extra olive oil to the pasta as I stir in the pesto. Also a touch of the pasta water makes the sauce super moist and creamy.
Add 1/2 cup parmesan or more if you like salty cheesiness. Might need to readjust the amount of olive oil. Whiz up a little and your done!
I freeze it in little throw away plastic containers. If keeping some in fridge, drizzle a thin layer of olive oil on top to keep from browning.
Pesto pasta salad.
Shuffling about in my cozy pajamas while I bake, oh so aromatic, garlic sourdough, the guilt is almost overwhelming. My poor girls are not so sure they like this cold white stuff. They certainly are protesting though, the nesting boxes are sparse.
Berries, berries, berries. On the counter, in the fridge, in the freezer, on my waffles, in the muffins, in my smoothies, with whipped cream, over ice cream, in my seltzer and yet there are still more to be picked! It is heavenly and while I generally appreciate the purposes of the little creepy crawly creatures we co-habitate with, I do wish that Pandora had not let the fruit fly out of the box! I’m sure most people know of the simple fruit fly trap but for those who don’t this little trick makes berry season tiny bit more blissful.
Simply role one of the perfectly good pieces of paper that your child has scribbled a dozen minuscule garbled letters on ( a very important code for dragon wizard something or other) into a cone with a little hole at the end the size of a pencil tip. Tape it, staple it, whatever. Drop a couple berries( fruit flies prefer rotten bits) into a mason jar and put the cone on top. The flies go down into the cone and can’t get back up through the tine hole at the end. It’s a beautiful thing. Just be sure where the cone meets the jar top is securely sealed and for heavens sake don’t bump it over! My son has knocked it a few times and ick! A cloud of fat drunken fruit flies.