Monday, December 11, 2006

Three Random Things: Food, Dreams, and a Picture

This morning I went to the grocery store to get everything I needed to make Marcia Pizza.

And the grocery store?

Did NOT have pesto.

And pesto is INTEGRAL to Marcia Pizza. Unless it's BBQ Marcia Pizza, and then BBQ sauce is integral. I know, I know, I should probably decide which sauce is integral, but... still.

So, I had to, for the first time in my life, make pesto.

Which probably I should have done earlier in my life. But I haven't.

And it was surprisingly easy. And cheap. Just basil, parmesean, garlic, pine nuts, and olive oil in the blender. And I like using my blender. Seeing everything whir together like that gives me a sense of power.

The other exiciting thing about tonight's Marcia Pizza, besides a) the homemade pesto and b) the fact I haven't made it in a while because we've been being "healthy" and all the carbs, cheese, and cured meats involved aren't really with that line of thinking, is that I got to cut all the vegetables with the mandoline (Except mine is yellow. But Anne did know that I needed the handguard.) that my sister-in-law Anne gave me for Christmas. So they were pretty and thin and I was able to cut them SO QUICKLY.

Next issue to discuss:

Last night, I had a dream that I was a Scientologist. Except instead of hanging out with Tom Cruise and John Travolta, it was really a cult-thing, like those people who killed themselves with the Hale-Bob comet back in 1997. (The reason I remember that it was 1997? I remember seeing the comet while I was at my Sophomore prom. Wearing a pretty yellow dress [with a scandalously low back that I wore to a law school dance a year ago]. Going out with a loser hick named Ben. Who took me to prom in a truck. YeeHaw!) And instead of that grey-haired old looking prophet that let everyone to the kool-aid in their Nikes.... it was a really, really hot leader. Which is why there were so many women in the cult. Luckily I managed to wake up before we all killed ourselves.

Needless to say, I woke up very disoriented.

Also, this past weekend, I was at my in-laws, and I took this pretty sunset picture in their backyard.

Sunset over the river

It was pinker than this photo suggests, and it would have shown up better, but I may have been drinking. All weekend. I blame my mother in law. Who always wants to make sure I have a good time.

8 comments:

bobealia said...

I've been in the kitchen when pesto is being made with basil from the garden and it totally looked like several garbage bags full of basil went into that stuff, so enough with the making it sound all easy-peasy.

Girl, Dislocated said...

Um. . . I didn't even know what pesto was until I read this

Softball Slut said...

every timeI see your name I keep saying mar see uhhh. It's funny in a wierd way. I am just glad I can comment on your blog. I cant on most people's for some reason. Is it the beta thing?
Do you have the Magic Bullet choppy thing? They make a pesto sauce on the infomercial. It actually looks good.

SarahReznor said...

home made pesto is always better than store bought. it's one of my christmas food gifts :)

v said...

Sure. Blame your Mom-in-Law for your drinking habit. Lol, only kidding.

Sumptuous photo!

And I kinda like your strange dream. But seriously, hot guys are always manipulative. That's why hot girls need to hook up with dudes who have a hairy belly. That's all I'm saying.

craziequeen said...

Cool view from your mom-in-law's....and cool mom-in-law (from the sound of it!)

cq

blog Portland said...

I took my date to prom in a truck. What the hell? Then again, she didn't put out...

Lena said...

I have never made pesto and now I so am.

You're always expanding my horizons. First, the unicorns and now this. ;)