If you had been in my kitchen yesterday when I was rummaging through my freezer to find things to throw in the soup, now that the cold has finally blown in and the flip flops have hung their heads and scuffed back to the closet, you would have heard me gasp out loud in shock, in joy, in total unadulterated exuberation! Because (and you fellow kitchen gardeners will appreciate how exciting this was) I found an entire ice cube tray full of pesto that I didn't know I had. Pesto! Green gold!
Pesto is the genie of summer, a power captured in a concoction with a smell and taste that transcends time. When I heated up a few cubes, the genie exploded forth and granted me three wishes.
I wish I could stand, barefoot and sweaty, on the end of the diving board while the distant sounds of "Marco!" "Polo!" fill the air.
I wish I could take a nap in the hammock, an unread, open book splayed across me.
I wish I could chop up bowls of heirloom tomatoes and drink the juice from the cutting board.
Those days will come. And no, I don't really want them now. But for a moment, on a day when I worry if the peas, oddly flowering in December, will survive, it feels good to warm my heart with memory.
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4 comments:
Wow, that's like having Christmas come early!
oh wow,what a great gift
Congratulations! My husband doesn't like pesto! I know, it doesn't seem legal. I have pesto frozen in the freezer but only Logan and I will eat it.
That's great, another karmic link. We make our pesto exactly the same way. Our has all been bagged, waiting for the next pot of pasta.
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