There’s a roasted beet pesto on the schedule. But first, I want to discuss my writer’s blockage. Do they make a drain-o for that? It happens. On the reg. Sometimes the words are fertile and abundant. Sometimes they’re an endangered species in a Salvador Dali painting. Whoa, that’s extreme. Sometimes it takes a lot of music to talk about beet pesto. Or a lot of wine. Or both plus a little flashdance.
It can be a process. You’d think a beet pesto discussion would come naturally. But it can require some really, really weird rock videos. Nothing like Muse to be my creative muse.
Told ya. Takes an army.
Do you think Florence ever gets writer’s block? Doubtful.
And beet pesto…it kinda speaks for itself. I could have saved you a lot of word-reading and youtube watching had I just said that at the beginning, but really, beet pesto is its own thing and it’s really very tasty. It doesn’t taste beet-y the way…beets do. It tastes nutty, creamy, and it’s great for you. If you’re a sauce person, like me, you’ll spoon feed it to yourself before it can see the likes of pasta noodles.
Get your beet on!