Garlic Scape Pesto
It’s
funny how things change when you get older.
Your preferences change-such as wanting to be in bed by 1000pm on a
Friday night, or how going for a run makes you feel so delighted (and it was
anything but delightful when I was in high school), and how I enjoy staying
home and baking, ect. But I’m also
talking about how your taste buds change.
For the better, mind you. I’ve
disliked many things growing up, but now I am glad that I have a full
appreciation of them. Pesto is one of
those things. When I was first
introduced to it I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to eat something so
disgusting. Then I was convinced that only
granola-munching hippies would eat it. And
slowly, in small doses, Marlina introduced me to it, I got hooked.
