Story of Pesto

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Pesto's Story

When I smell basil it brings me back to picking the leaves with my dad and the memory of pesto. Every Labor Day weekend my mom would go to the Farmer's Market and get batches and batches of basil. And then my dad and I would pick the leaves off of the stem. My dad passed away when I was fifteen, almost sixteen. Dreams and smells are a way to be with him again. Every time I go home and eat it, I think about my dad and I in the kitchen. It's just a strong, visceral memory. Food is just so powerful.

When I smell basil, it brings me back to picking the leaves with my dad and just the memory of pesto. Every Labor Day weekend my mom would go to the Farmer’s Market and get batches and batches of basil.

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