This afternoon, I battled with a case of blah.
I even became crankier as the imminent heavy rain added to the humdrumness of my day. Fearing that I would soon implode, I looked for something where I could successfully channel whatever negative energy I was having.
Cooking was the answer!
Trying my hand for the first time in preparing my favorite pesto (thanks to Google for the recipe), it had me morphing into a beaming pussy cat when my three sons, who are non-pesto lovers, showered me with compliments after tasting my tuna pesto.
What warmed the cockles of my heart was being told by Arthur, the older twin, that I would no longer be going to TOSH (The Old Spaghetti House) just to eat pesto because I already knew how to cook one. As you can see, my twin sons were witnesses to my love of this pasta (check related posts at https://wanderingjouster.com/2013/06/10/tosh-and-i-back-in-each-others-arms/.
With my son’s comment, does it mean to say that I had partly succeeded in achieving the same taste as that of TOSH’s pesto?
Hmmmm…Let me see when I do my second attempt and this time with grilled chicken on it.