You Cannot See It, As It Isn't ThereI have discovered within myself another culinary blind spot.
We received a monster helping of basil as part of the haul, and we have learned: before nightfall, turn it to pesto. I did that, in a scattershot mix and taste method, using up all the leaves, using up all the pine nuts from the cabinet, using the good oil and the Montasio for no good reason. After much mixing and tasting, it tasted very good, but hollow. At table, she said, "I'd have put more garlic in it."
This is, thankfully, and easy save.
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