To Pesto

Tonight for the first time ever, I had pesto. Okay that is not true. I have had pesto before, but it has always been mixed with other things. I was not aware that all of the awesomeness was coming entirely from the pesto. What follows, is an open letter to pesto.

Dearest Pesto,

I am sorry for not appreciating you all these years. I am sorry that I have not been dipping french bread in you. I am sorry I have not been tossing pasta in you all summer, for a light summery feel that still has a little flair to it. I am sorry that I have never put you on a burger, for I know it would be a taste sensation. I am sorry I had not previously mixed you with feta and put you on a pita. Pesto, my neglect has done both of us a disservice. And for that I can never apologize enough.

Love always,

Christine.