A Red Meat Kinda Guy, But. . . .

One of the great things about being retired is you really don’t have to focus on any one thing (unless that one thing involves power equipment or sharp, pointy objects), but rather you can sorta follow rabbits until you find something that grabs your attention and prompts you to action. Here is the ‘rabbit’ I followed a little earlier today:

As I looked at the pictures I posted of my garden I began wondering about how, and how often, I needed to harvest the basil. Via the magic of the intertubes and the many postings of kind folk knowledgeable in such things, I got the answers I was looking for. Several of the sites mentioned basil ‘pesto’. Pesto this, pesto that, best pesto recipe, etc. Intrigued, I followed that rabbit as well.

I’m 65 years old and feeling pretty blue about now cause there is this supposedly delightful condiment called pesto and I’ve never heard of the stuff. Is it a one off high-brow delicacy? Apparently not because of all of the down to earth folk and websites tout it’s ease of preparation and great taste. Here is one site that I found that not only talks about how to make it (which generated another rabbit to chase) but also how to use it. Well, the rabbit that was generated was the ingredient list for the pesto, the garlic in particular.

I’ve got a butt-load of garlic planted and really never gave much thought to how/when it was to be harvested. I figured that when I needed some I’d just go dig it up. I figured wrong according to folk purportedly knowledgeable is such things and need to remove about 80 or 90 head/plants of garlic. The balance, 30 plants or so, need another couple of weeks before they are ready. So up to the garden I go, dig out the garlic that’s ready, and then off to the barn to hang it in the framework I made for last years bush beans.

Now I’m a red meat kinda guy, but some of these pesto recipes sound pretty good to me. Given that you can make the stuff up and freeze it for up to a year (leaving the grated cheese out until it’s going to be used), I’m in. I’m done chasing rabbits for the day !

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