[gardeners] Ain't no bugs on me <still is> pesto thread

Bob Kirk (gardeners@globalgarden.com)
Sun, 17 Oct 1999 23:15:33 -0500 (CDT)

   Trying to type thru an archived acoustic music program from Alabama
Public Radio, where I usually go for a better blues mix than all five hours
of Blues Before Sunrise... suppose I ought to send them a $10 pledge: hey,
there might even still be a small-animal vet in north Alabama who remembers
where Manhattan, KS is (in the unlikely event she'd catch my 5 seconds of
    --may be bugs on some of you mugs, but there ain't no bugs on me.

   But KEDM (Northern Louisiana University, Monroe) is still first choice
since they webcast a monophonic audio stream which is plenty good enough
for the blues and about as much as my decrepit home phone line can handle
even at a nominal 56K. Anyway, it still tastes like real pesto.
   Take 1 pint of frozen food-processed basil leaves, 0.5 cup of the
cheapest olive oil (the industrial waste stuff) available, 0.5 cup English
walnuts, 0.25 cup (~ two full heads' worth) fresh garlic cloves, 0.5 tsp
black pepper, 0.5+ tsp salt, and blend on slow but leave some texture.

   ... May be flies on some of you guys, but there ain't no flies on me.

   Actually this goes: 1) walnuts 2) garlic 3) 2 + 1 + oil, pepper & salt
4) 3 + the basil. Did I mention that was processed & frozen >at least two,
maybe three or four summers ago?<  In a refrigerator freezer compartment?
   Or maybe it was 1 tsp each pepper & salt.  Hell, this was going to be
the first pesto recipe I ever wrote down. Anyway, you get the idea: it's
pretty hard to make bad pesto (though using pecans might come real close,
sorry). You may or may not choose to add Parmesan cheese at this point
(see earlier discussion).

   .... may be lobsters on some of you mobsters, but ain't no lobsters on
me. Dang, I wish I ever could've got sounds like that out of the Jew's harp
I lately found out home.


Well, rats, they just had someone call in to pledge from Australia, so I
guess Kansas would be pretty small koalas. Anyway, if you've gotten the
wholly unjustified idea that someone who listens to string band or mountain
music, etc., may not have the most discriminating taste, then adjust the
above recipe accordingly.
   And throw some beans in it. Har! (classical allusion)