My garden (I can hardly call it my garden – it was a patch of dirt the previous owners planted tomatoes in, and I just threw some seeds in there in the spring) bore much more than I expected, especially after I entirely ignored it (let’s hope it just doesn’t have low self esteem and thrives on neglect).
And two of my favorite comfort foods did exceptionally well.
We had enough basil for multiple pesto dishes.
And some entirely lovely borlotti beans – but just a few plants’ worth since I threw just a few seeds in not expecting anything.
(Yes, they are surrounded by lots and lots of weeds.)
Basil pesto reminds me of home – I grew up with the stuff over homemade spaghetti while the closest thing my classmates had to pasta was elbows and powdered cheese from a box. I’m pretty sure one of my teen boyfriends (a boyfriend I had as a teen, and who himself was a teen) only hung around as long as he did for the food. When I moved into my first few apartments, pesto was one of the first dishes I’d make so the place would immediately smell good. And then I could sound even more pretentious and say the smell of fresh basil and garlic and boiling pasta immediately takes me back to my halcyon days as a college student in Firenze.
I didn’t think you could acquire new comfort foods as an adult, but borlotti beans came in to my life several years ago and nestled into that role. I spent nearly all of my twenties as a vegetarian, so all beans wore out their welcome, but when N came around and started whipping up beans and greens with the speckled beauties, I became a fan. And they also remind me of our semi-annual trips to Abruzzo. Next year I hope to plant a gigantic bed of them so I can dry pounds and enjoy them through the winter.
And I finally finished knitting a [large-ish] baby blanket for a new member of the family. His mother started it and I offered to finish it – boldly thinking I’d have it done in time for his birth in July, but at least it’s still technically summer.
Though I was uncharacteristically monogamous with the project, and while knitting it made a mental list of all the other things I wanted to start (or finish) when I was done, I’m feeling a little itchy to knit a new blanket for us – one to snuggle under while eating some beans.
Isn’t that just cozy?
(Actually, I hate eating around textiles and prefer dining properly at the table…)
But wait, haven’t I already been knitting a blanket for over a decade….?
I finally got it back out to finish – it’s nearly done, but the cotton is still doing some ass-kicking to my wrists, so I’m dreaming about a new one in wool…
3 responses to “Of basil, beans, and blankets”
ooh, nice blankets! i hope the cotton doesn’t kill ya. oy.
Thank you! Yeah, cotton… I bought loads of the stuff years ago to make towels and such, but that was before I actually knit with it much…maybe it’s a good enough excuse to get a loom…
Thank god you clarified the whole teen boyfriend bit. Ha. Your posts always crack me up and are a bittersweet reminder of some of the things I miss about home. I’d kill for fresh basil!