Pesto is one of those things that to experience it is to smell it. On your fingers after you make it. In the air of your kitchen as it combines with something warm for diner. As you eat it.
And oh, the ease of growing basil. It's hardy, it's full, it's delicious.
It's symmetric, it's aromatic. It smells so heavenly I can't keep from rubbing it between my fingers.
And it must be good, someone's been eating it in my backyard. Not to mention the few leaves Ollie's gobbled.
Recipe modified from here and eaten up with yesterday's dinner. Complete with Italian breaded chicken and whole wheat pasta.
I think we'll make this again soon.