Pesto

Eastside Road, Healdsburg, July 6, 2009—

FRIENDS OVER to dinner tonight: mustardseed boerenkaas on the patio; then penne al pesto. It was a little shaggy, tonight's pesto; the basil was older and tougher than I like, and I didn't bother to cut the stems out of the leaves: a mistake. But it was delicious, with that French Rose de Quelquechose garlic, and good oil, and pine nuts, and Parmesan. Pesto has to be one of The Hundred.
Dessert? Why not? A "White House Cobbler" whose recipe Lindsey'd clipped from somewhere, so named because it was served to the Obamas their first night in their new house. It turned out to be a buttery clafoutis, with peaches floating in the batter, and we liked it fine.

Cheap white; then Syrah, Souverain, 2005