I made pesto last night. A lot of pesto. I planted 10 basil plants a few months ago for the sole purpose of making pesto. All but one of them thrived. And I’m thrilled. We’ve now got eight batches of pesto to get us through the long Minnesota Winter. (yes, it deservers a capital W, if you’ve survived one you know why). We’ll add it to pasta and gnocchi and spread it on sandwiches. And we’ll be reminded ever so slightly of warm sunny days with flip-flops and sprinklers.