Poor Woman’s Pesto
I have a confession to make. I’m a pesto snob.1 I spent years sampling store-bought varieties, disappointed with everything in a jar, and nearly all of the fresher, refrigerated ones. While studying abroad in Paris, I lived on yogurt, baguettes, and–yes–pesto. Watching a friend make pesto out of a packet nearly killed me.2 You know that saying? About what to do if you want something done well? And don’t have a celebrated Italian chef locked away in your kitchen cupboard?3 Clearly, the answer was to find a good pesto...
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Writer, illustrator, musician, rogue librarian, explorer, ill-fated baker.