I’m not too big a fan of pasta. To be exact, I eat pasta about one or two times a year at most. So I usually make a big deal out of it, fancy fillings and sauces and all that jazz. However, on my grocery shopping trip today the aroma of the potted basil arranged conveniently at the entrance to the store (I hate being marketing’ed…) was so intense, I couldn’t help but think PESTO at the top of my inner lungs.
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