bless my birth

Better to sit at the waters' birth, than a sea of waves to win; To live in the love that floweth forth, Than the love that cometh in. Be thy heart a well of love, my child, Flowing, and free, and sure; For a cistern of love, though undefiled, keeps not the spirit pure.

pesto pizza

June 17th, 2009 by Jennifer

After viewing Rick Steves Tour guide DVDs on Rome (so we could learn more about the interesting place Sid was visiting, at the time) and the Cinque Terra, I knew I had to try the pesto sauce they made in the latter region. In a little restaurant they showed the owner in the kitchen with his mortar and pestle grinding fresh basil, olive oil, garlic (I think) and parmesan. They serve it there with a pasta that is essentially, a noodle that swallowed a big bite of potato, that they designed especially to go with their pesto sauce. That pasta sounded amazing, but alas, I did not have it one hand. I did, however, have some homemade dough ready in the fridge so I decided to try making pesto pizza, which I had heard of, but can’t remember whether I’ve tasted it. Here’s what I came up with:

I almost didn’t get a picture of it before it was eaten! And it was lovely that our beloved guest Tomas, was here to enjoy it with us.

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