It doesn't help that I never knew of it until recently. But I must admit that whenever it's offered I "pig" out on it.
Last Friday morning at the pool, my friend mentioned that she makes pesto. "But she's my age," I kept thinking. "Pesto's a young food, not for us old fogeys."
She insisted that it was real easy to do.
"Take some parsley and garlic and olive oil and lemon juice, and chop them all up in the food processor. You can use any type of green leaves. I never measure."
"Never measure?" That's my kind of recipe.