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Pistou, also known as the French version of pesto sauce, is like a dream come true for me. My favorite herb to grow, cook with, and eat is basil. I just love its flavor and aroma; both have this incredible ability to set the mood for whatever I’m making. Whether it’s a basil sauce pizza that has me imagining the Amalfi coast, or a white bean soup au pistou giving me visions of Avignon, basil has a transportive quality.
When I was younger, I used to dread Sundays. As a child, it meant early bedtime for school the next morning, and as a teen, it meant a copious amount of schoolwork that had been left undone the entire weekend. Now, Sundays are one of my favorite days of the week. Sundays are a day for me to relax and refresh. I enjoy a lazy breakfast, pick up groceries and fresh flowers from the farmer’s market, and then I spend the day cooking and eating a long, languid meal with family and friends. Lunch might start with a little bruschetta or garlic bread, maybe some mixed olives. Then there’s a light arugula salad and a main course made with the seasonal produce I picked up at the market. This Sunday, the menu featured pasta with asparagus, mushrooms, and creamy chèvre.