I have to warn you. There's no going back. Once you have this pesto, all other pesto will be ruined. Yes, you read that right. This is the pesto to end all pesto.
Sometimes the days fly by and I'm laying in bed at 11 at night like "What just happened? Who are those giant little people who were sitting at my dinner table? Am I paying enough attention? Am I giving them enough?" But last weekend, we did it. We had one of those days that I hope lives in the yellow halls of their childhood memories forever.
This recipe reminds me that cyclical can be fresh. That old can find something new. That fall will be fall even when it isn't. It starts with a recipe my mother rediscovered and told me about, that I tweaked and ultimately added to until I made it my own.