There’s something about walking outside in 60 degree weather after what seems like an endless winter that just makes you sigh with relief. At least that’s how I felt this weekend when I emerged from the warm comforts of our house only to realize the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and there was nothing I wanted more than to stay outside. With the hope of spring in the air, I began what you could call a “mini-cleaning session” of the kitchen freezer and pantry. I went through frozen package after package of fish fillets and a sausage roll from about a year ago. It was at this point that I came across several bags of ice cub frozen pesto shoved into the deepest corners of my freezer. Remember last summer’s slew of tomatoes and basil from my home-grown garden? Well, just as I preserved the tomatoes in jars and containers, I also found a clever way to preserve basil as pesto — I just forgot to share it with all of you. Whether you’re interested in freezing or just making a fresh pesto sauce, here’s a simple recipe anyone can cook.
With fall officially upon us and summer complete, I thought I’d take one last time to reflect on some of the outside projects I worked on to not only improve the look of our home, but also give us delicious rewards. I’m speaking of course of my front garden’s total transformation. If you read my post April Showers Bring May Flowers, you’ll know how much I wanted to re-landscape the front yard with some much needed flowers, freshening up the entire feel of our home. I’ll also pick up where I left off with Humble Vegetable Beginnings. To read some insight into what I learned from my first vegetable garden and what I’ll be prepared for next summer, see the second part of this post in Days of Summer Gone By Part II. So here’s to having a wonderful season this past year as I stroll down summer’s memory lane.
When Jacob, Winston and I first moved in to our new place, I always knew I wanted a vegetable garden. The chance to grow my own produce and eat from my own backyard was an attractive concept in of in itself. Getting the opportunity to put my gardening skills to the test was a feat I decided to take head on. Honestly, I felt like I’d be lucky to just harvest a few basil leaves and manage not to kill off too many tomatoes in the process. The funny thing is I used to hate tomatoes. If it wasn’t in a sauce or jam, I wasn’t touching it. Then, at some point between my picky 12-year-old appetite and now, my taste buds changed and long story short, tomatoes are my new favorite vegetable. Combine that with the sweet aroma of a fresh basil plant and the contents of my vegetable garden were set (along with a delicate rosemary plant just for kicks).