Found a tomato the birds missed; no peck marks on this one.
Looks like the plastic owl bird-scare is sleeping on the job.
At least I have some ripe cherry tomatoes to use.
It’s nice to be able to grow lettuce inside during a South Louisiana summer.
The Basil Pesto
Basil in my garden.
The mise en place. Except for the olive oil that was sitting out of view.
The pesto on toasted, supermarket “French bread”. Sacrilegious, I know, but I think it was near 100 degrees F that day. I wasn’t going to heat up the oven for baking; just a quick broil was the limit.