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Last night after dinner, as my hands were elbow deep in a sink full of more dirty dishes than I dare admit, my counter top was littered with crumbs and sticky spots, the kitchen garbage can was overflowing, my children were grouchy and so was their mother and there were still several long hours until bed time…well, I got to thinking while I was standing there at that sink.
WHAT is the meaning of life?
No. That wasn’t it.
Why do FOOLS fall in love?
Not really it either. Pretty sure I know the answer to that one. It’s because love is so grand, of course.
The questions rolling through my mind were more of a play by play of my fantastic day. They went something like this.
Why did that yah-hoo at in the Walmart parking lot come within 5 inches of running into me with his window missing garbage sack flying dirty truck.
Yes, ma’am. It crossed my mind.
Why did that 50 pound bag of water softener salt split open when I was loading it into the back of my mini van and pour it’s grainy contents all over my groceries.
Can you blame a girl for wondering? Truly, can you. I’d just finished loading 4 other 50 pound bags of water softener salt into the back of my mini van. Shouldn’t that count for some kind of something wonderful?
Why is it that 5 year olds aren’t allowed to jump off the diving board or go down the big slide at the community pool, if they know how to swim?
A pretty lame thing to dwell on, I admit. But my boys CAN swim, you know. Cross my heart and hope to…well. We don’t want anyone to die I suppose. Which is most likely why they have the rule and all.
Why, oh why! do 99% of the sentences I hear in a day start with “Mom, will you…” or “Mom, can you…” and “Hey, Mom I really need you to…” and so on and so forth.
There are 5 of them, and only 1 of me you know.
And do you want to know the thing that was bothering me the most?
Why I would let myself get all grouchy and bothered on a day like this. It’s not like anything terrible happened. Just regular, hum drum, Plain Jane Ordinary, is all.
Would you be willing to let me blame it on wild and out of wack hormones. Please?
And that’s when I remembered, my friends.
Some days are just like that.
Even in Australia. (Name that book, anyone?)
Crossing my fingers that tomorrows Plain Jane Ordinary turns out to be better than todays Plain Jane Ordinary. 🙂
Say a prayer for my hormones, won’t you? Heaven knows they need all the help they can get.
lovely recipe (and lovely blog)!
as an Italian, I really am that “pesto lovin’ kind of person”… and I will try your bread asap!
just one consideration, if I may dare… the pesto! store-bought is for sure the quicker solution (I have babies too so I know the advantages!), but the taste of an homemade one is completely different and deserve a chance to be tasted:). also, when you have the ingredients it takes five minutes to prepare, which is I think another good issue!
I have found a good English description and recipe in wikipedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pesto… although there are some mistakes: the pic of the so-called basil actually shows some MINT leaves… and the fettuccine are not fettuccine but “trenette”, which is the kind of pasta usually cooked in Genova when they prepare the pesto. but these are things not so important, and I noticed them only because I am quite familiar to the pesto topic (my hubby’s family is from Genova).
please let me know… should you not find them in your country, I will be more than glad to ship some trenette to you as a present for your so-inviting pesto bread version:)!
lisa
Incredible! Will make this recipe a standard!
Do you think this would do okay if I made it and froze it before baking it? Then defrost and bake or bake frozen? I love anything with pesto. My fav pesto meal is Walnut-Pesto Crusted Fish Tacos on my blog.
i made it in mini-baguettes, like portion. it was so tasty and easy to eat and save. i would recommend to try them on mini-baguettes.
If you’re not a fan of pesto, I bet this would be amazing using Spinach and Artichoke dip!