Pesto and a Poem

Making pesto is easy and tastes worlds better than most pesto you can buy. Last weekend our basil garden started to flower so we spent an afternoon making pesto sans pine nuts. The freezer is now stocked and we are satisfied knowing this summer treat can be enjoyed on Aaron's birthday in January.

Below is a Wendell Berry poem from today's Writer's Almanac that Aaron read to me this morning over coffee. Its short but fruitful lines continue to pass through my mind. Enjoy. 

The monster basil harvest and a curious feline

Smiling with basil 

Picking the leaves

Washing

Swishing 

Chopping Asiago as the dog drools

Blending with salt, garlic, asiago, & olive oil. Yum

The Real Work

By Wendell Berry

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.