My day has been a bit frustrating. Starting at the beginning of the business day I had one small mission to accomplish. In a perfect, sane world this should only take one simple five minute phone call. In reality, I stopped counting the many people I was transfered to and given extension numbers for after 10.
Oh yes, and that one small mission was no closer to being accomplished. After banging my head a a few times, stomping around muttering insults to the customer service industry as a whole, I see it is time to start dinner.
This is great right, cooking usually takes my mind off the little things that annoy me. So, what are we having tonight? I express out-loud while rummaging through the pantry and fridge. By the look of these ingredients I say "spaghetti it is!" Right about now I have a large pot with meat browning to perfection in a saute' of olive oil and Italian herbs. The smell is wonderful and reminds me of the basil plant on my counter, and eureka! That's right I'm making pesto!
I pull out my most handy gadget in my kitchen the 3 cup food processor. Pesto is perfection in a few easy steps. Harvest the basil, rinse, stuff in food processor, add olive oil, garlic, parmesan cheese and a dash of salt and pepper and chop, blend, mix, chop, voila! Pour that over a little angel hair pasta with some roasted chicken and yum yum yum! As I open the lid and take a whiff of my perfect pesto I know it would be a waste to encourage anyone else in my household to try it.
In my house I am outnumbered by those that feel Italian food is simply pizza, fried mozzarella sticks, red sauce, pizza rolls, pizza pockets and pasta and must always contain ground round or a wanna be "Italian sausage". I have learned not to argue when said members claim that a pizza roll is Italian food because it has a meshing of pizza ingredients and and good dash of MSG for a poison your palate forever flavor. Much like how some people consider Boones Farm a "quality" wine, twitch twitch shutter shutter. This is what everyone else under my roof considers "quality" Italian food. It hurts the CK. I feel shame, shame, shame, but as they say you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink the Chianti. -----CK
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