Is your pesto the besto?

I think that is my blog’s second Friends reference.

Only two in one year? I must be slipping.

Pesto is something I love, but have never made. For the longest time, it was because I didn’t have a food processor and you need that to make pesto. I purchased a mini food processor last fall, where it has sat in the pantry with many of the other kitchen appliances I purchase and rarely use.

They are a source of contention between me and my husband. He brings them up every time I get on him for refusing to throw things away. Well, I can’t let him be right, so I got out the food processor and made pesto last week. I then used it to make chicken pesto Panini with my Panini maker — another kitchen appliance I seldom use.


  • 2 cups fresh basil leaves, packed
  • 1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan-Reggiano or Romano cheese
  • 1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
  • 1/3 cup pine nuts or walnuts
  • 3 medium-sized garlic cloves, minced
  • Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste

Combine the basil in with the pine nuts, pulse a few times in a food processor. (If you are using walnuts instead of pine nuts and they are not already chopped, pulse them a few times first, before adding the basil.) Add the garlic, pulse a few times more.

Slowly add the olive oil in a constant stream while the food processor is on. Stop to scrape down the sides of the food processor with a rubber spatula. Add the grated cheese and pulse again until blended. Add a pinch of salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste.

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A shoutout to pop culture

It has been established that my son is a picky eater.

Very picky.

He’s not as bad as he was when he was little. There was a time in his life when there were only 10 foods he’d eat. Every time he’d add another food item to his list, one would be dropped. It sounds like an exaggeration, but that was how he lived from about age two through first grade.

I’d like to think he has expanded his food tastes since then. For instance, he used to hate Chinese food. Hated it! Then one day we had it for lunch — there were no other options — and he loved it. This is, of course, both good and bad as he now eats more than any of us when we order Chinese.

He’s 11 years old and 5’5″ tall. I don’t even want to know what life will be like when he’s a teenager.

For all my food victories, though, he’s still finicky about some things. He doesn’t like pie (I know! Who doesn’t like pie?), he only likes spaghetti noodles (don’t even think about serving him a different kind of pasta!) and he hates tacos.

He does, however, love iCarly. And a favorite food item on iCarly is spaghetti tacos.

I made tacos for dinner the other night. I also made spaghetti. My son asked if he could have spaghetti tacos and I put a shell on his plate, thinking there’s no way he’d do anything with it.

He ate two spaghetti tacos. I’m not joking. He just scarfed them down in no time flat.

When we were out of spaghetti, I asked if we wanted the last taco shell. I figured he could break it up and eat it like chips.

His response?

“Ew, gross.”