So, we were making a recipe and halfway through it, I ransack the refrigerator, and say, “Uh-oh. Houston, we have a problem.
My man: “What?”
Me: “We’re out of pesto.”
My man: “I thought you were going to start making your own when you ran out this time.”
Me: “I guess that would be now.”
My man: “What’s in it?”
Me: “Where’s the laptop?”
After checking various sites, and lovely pictures, we agreed they all said pretty much the same thing: Basil, olive oil, garlic cloves, parmesan cheese, and pine nuts. Well, lucky us. We had it all in the house. Looked like we were going to eat dinner after all.
Since we only needed a small amount, and it was super easy to make, we decided to make only what the recipe called for each time, rather than whip up a large batch and let it sit in the fridge. Kind of like we do with the tortillas. Making easy products like this as we need them mean they’ll be super fresh, and we can pretend our kitchen is a restaurant.
We improvised, using about a tablespoon of each ingredient. The cheese-lover threw in a little more cheese. It ended something like this:
Dried basil = 2 tablespoons
Olive oil = 2 tablespoons
Garlic = 2 minced cloves
Freshly grated Parmesan cheese = 1/4 cup
Pine nuts = a handful
So, play with the ingredients and then taste it. It’s supposed to taste like pesto, not garlic, not basil, not pine nuts, but a mixture of them all. Though all the sites claimed fresh basil was better, I don’t keep that on hand in the house. Guess I need to start growing spices! So, dried would have to do. It turned out great. It was beautiful, and dinner was delicious.
(Note: I wrote this post last year when we were still in VA! We grew our very own basil this summer 2012 and tried making it again. The result will be in the future Homemade pesto from the garden Try #2.)
Bravo! Sign pesto up beside peanut butter, tortillas, Greek yogurt, granola, muesli, marinara sauce and nut mixes. I won’t have to worry with containers any longer because I won’t be buying any of those anymore. I’ll make my own, and store them in their original containers.
My grandmothers were brilliant. I wish I’d discovered that sooner in life.
Me: “Oh, let me take a picture.”
My man: “Come on, Jenn. I’m hungry. You’re always taking pictures.”
Me: “Oh, just one more. That one was blurry.”
Two blurry pictures later, and there you go. Let me know how yours turns out!