I love the quality of the sunshine in autumn, the crisp air, and the way it makes me feel like being outside. I don't like the shorter days, but there is a tradeoff. And then .. there's always the rush to bring everything in before we get a frost. We're supposed to be in the mid 30s and that is iffy for basil. So ...
I love to make pesto. This year, I hadn't grown enough basil, so this evening I hung out with some friends, helped them pick their poblano chiles and other peppers in case we do get a frost, and brought home a bunch of basil (as well as several poblanos, yum). Then I cut my own basil and realized that my eyes are bigger than my ... food processor? It took me an hour just to pick the leaves off the basil that I grew this year. I'm still facing a large bag of basil from my friends' house that I have to pick. And then, after that, I have to make the pesto.
My garlic chives are taking over, and I've been told that I should use those in place of half of the basil. So I'll give that a try in a few batches. Why don't the deer eat the damn garlic chives? But I digress.
As problems go, this is a great problem to have. You'd think I'd be better prepared - every fall, this happens. The frantic rush to pick stuff and figure out what to do with it, when our first frost is predicted - as if we didn't know this was going to happen. This is what tells me fall has arrived. My not being prepared to make pesto when I get tons of basil. My asking for way more basil than I should.
This isn't the dumbest I've been about pesto. One year, a friend gave me an entire black garbage bag full of basil. It took me three days to pick the leaves and to make the pesto. It was worth it, but you'd think I would have learned from that year. Nope. I always go begging for more basil.
Ah, autumn. And basil. And pesto.