Carl‘s got the greenest thumb this side of the East River. Our basil plantings are out of control. And I am grateful for it. If I manage to get my shit together and make a megabatch for the freezer, winter will = pesto too.
Our fridge is full to bursting, what with the CSA and four people constantly “picking up something I found at the Greenmarket” several times a week. But Carl is on a sauce rampage tonight and has turned a quarter of the fridge’s contents into garlic scape dip (using butter beans instead of cannellini), cilantro chutney, and salsa verde (a condiment I could put on anything and everything, especially headcheese. And boiled potatoes, hard-boiled eggs, poached chicken…).
God, I love summer.