Visual Statement: Valentine's pesto
My favorite form of affection: cooking for someone – specifically in the form of noodles and a certain Italian sauce. My favorite dish to make: pesto pasta. Everyone who knows me knows I love pesto. I’ve been making the same recipe since my grandma taught me in my tiny childhood kitchen: 1 cup of basil, 3 tbsp of sunflower seeds, 1/4 tsp of salt, 2 cloves of garlic, 3/4 cup of parmesan, and 1/2 cup of olive oil.
So, in the midst of a stay at home order, on a Wednesday night in my basement apartment in Ann Arbor, I decided to take a homework break and make pesto for my roommates. Unfortunately, to my discovery, half of the basil had gone bad, but there was just enough for my friends. For my serving, I sacrificed my high pesto standards and reached for the jarred pesto in our refrigerator. I wanted my friends to experience the family recipe that has been passed down for generations. To my delight, they loved it. I couldn’t imagine living with anyone else during this cold, gloomy, Ann Arbor winter. Tonight, our basement unit felt warm with conversation, friendship, and love.