My best friends and I usually get together for a gift exchange just before Christmas. This tradition started about fifteen years ago when we were living together. Then however it would be Christmas morning and we’d blast music, drink mimosas and joyfully gather around our always enormous tree. (why am I telling a Christmas story the beginning of spring?…I’m getting to it. promise.) Now , it’s a little different with all the growing up, moving, weddings and babies we have settled for an evening as close to Christmas day as possible. I really shouldn’t say ‘settled’ our close little family of 3 has grown to more then 6 and truly has become “the more the merrier”. Last Christmas I gave my besties (and me) tickets to see Patti Smith at the AGO. The show wasn’t till March so the tickets were tucked away, stuck to the fridge or almost forgotten . We waited….and waited, finally March arrived and our excitement began again. We made plans to rush home Friday night, get ready, grab our tickets and head down to see Ms. Patti Smith at the art gallery. We had high hopes for a big dinner afterwards with huge margaritas in Baldwin Village and spending some time together just the 3 of us.
Patti was everything we hoped for and more. She is without a doubt everything you’d think she’d be an artist, a poet, rock star, badass, and of course a legend. Afterwards we sat, laughed and talked endlessly about her greatness, her poetry and her life. We drank our margarita’s till our heads were fluttering and our cheeks were flushed from tequila (ate an awful dinner..not worth mentioning the extent of how disappointing it was), then strolled to find taxi’s. Next Christmas it had been decided that instead of beautiful dresses and unique necklaces we’d exchange gifts that involved us spending time together seeing or doing things around the city that we would enjoy, just the three of us.
After our awful dinner Friday night my head wanted to make something fresh and light….but, after drinking margaritas my belly wanted something heavy and comforting. I found a recipe for broccoli pesto the other day and thought it would be a perfect opportunity to make it. A fresh pesto on some warm comforting pasta.
2 broccoli /2 cups (chopped florets)
handful of basil
1/2 lemon, juice
1/2 cup lightly toasted walnuts
2 cloves garlic
fresh grated Parmesan cheese (to taste)
1/2 cup olive oil
2 tbsp water
salt & pepper
- Throw it all in food processor, until desired consistency.
- Try it.
- Add a little drizzle more of olive oil if it feels too dry
- Add salt/ pepper according to taste.
Serve with pasta, in a salad or on a sandwich