Perfecting Pesto
Confession: I am a failed gardener. While I can grow flowers with the best of them, I have never nurtured a successful vegetable garden from seed to kitchen. My maternal grandmother Martha, who was the best cook I have ever known, started her seeds in February and transplanted the sturdy plants into rich soil in May, harvesting lush and perfect vegetables all summer long. My seedlings developed damping off disease. My soil is irresistible to quack grass. I once asked her the secret for her perfect garden, with lush plants and incredible yield,. She said, “when I see a weed, I pull it out.” Continue Reading…























