We are all a bit stuffed up and achy around my house. The boys have been sick for awhile, but it just hit me yesterday. I may have come down last, but it looks like I’m coming down hardest. So when dinner time rolled around I headed down to the basement and my beloved deep freezer. After rooting around for a few minutes I pulled out a container of green garlic pesto I made the last time it was in season. We tossed it with some angel hair pasta, made a green salad (with classic vinaigrette, which can be made in about the time it takes to sort through bottled dressings in a fridge, pull one out, pour it, put the cap back on, and return the bottle to the fridge), and called it dinner. Not too shabby.
I was in a bit of a hurry because I was headed out — cold and all — to help a friend who has a prolific meyer lemon tree of her own turn some of her backyard fruit into marmalade.
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