Saturday, July 2, 2016


Today I made super-pesto with two heads, not cloves, of fresh local garlic. I forgot how hot garlic can get on the Scoville scale. Practically Scotch bonnet hot. Don't think my tongue will recover. Everything tastes of garlic. Even chocolate. Not worried about the garlic, really, it does mellow in a few days, but when pesto is involved, it's hard to wait. Then it's time for pestocide. Meanwhile, I'm hanging out with the dragons and dreaming of pesto pasta, pesto salmon, pesto-garlic bread. I can do a faceplant in a good bowl of fresh pesto. I adore garlic. It doesn't always adore me. My tongue is still committing pestocide.

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