Pesto simply means “crushed” (think mortar and pestle), and I’d seen quite a few different approaches to making it, so I wanted to experiment with the ingredients. It was a freestyle kitchen improvisation, so the amounts listed in the recipe are approximate. Feel free to adjust for your taste.
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| 3 Cups Broccoli Florets | 8 Cloves Garlic (unpeeled but separated) |
| 1 Cup Pistachios (I used roasted, unsalted nutmeats) | Asiago Cheese (grated, approximately 1 Cup – depending on taste) |
| Olive Oil | Salt |
| Pepper |
Preheat the oven to 400.
Toss the broccoli in olive oil and salt and place it on a baking sheet lined with parchment.
Place the garlic on a 6x6” square of tinfoil and drizzle with olive oil. Wrap the foil around the garlic and twist the top to seal.
Roast the broccoli and garlic for about 20-30 minutes, or until the broccoli is browned and fragrant. Remove and let cool for a bit.
Once cool enough to handle, open the garlic pouch and squeeze out the garlic from the skins.
Place the pistachios, broccoli, and garlic in a blender or food processor. Add olive oil to coat the ingredients and start blending. Scrape down the sides and add more olive oil as necessary.
Add about ½ cup of grated asiago and blend again. Check the flavor and add salt and pepper as needed. Continue adding the cheese and olive oil until you reach the desired consistency. It will not become completely smooth, but how much texture it has it up to you. Check flavor again and adjust with salt if needed.
Your pesto is done and now you can use it in a lot of different dishes. The first night I spread the pesto on salmon. After that, I stirred it into warm pasta and covered the bread with it on open-face steak sandwiches. The flavor developed over the days, but I found a little olive oil was needed to reconstitute the pesto every once and a while. Enjoy!
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After a chain of earthquakes ravaged the globe, long-dormant viruses were released into the air, turning many humans into creatures with an appetite for human ashes. Erica and a group of survivors are barricaded in a half-destroyed hotel, and every day brings them closer to being devoured by the seemingly unstoppable ashers. Even though Erica is a fighter, she's tired of just surviving...
When a mysterious stranger rides into town, everything changes. Jake knows how to kill the ashers, and he's the only man brave enough to leave the safety of the hotel in search of a better life. Erica and Jake make a deadly fighting team, with even hotter sparks flying between them. But Jake has survived this long because he rides alone. He doesn't trust easily, especially in this harsh new reality. Can Erica convince Jake that living is more than just surviving to the next day?
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