Pesto
by Selen Ozturk
I’m mashing garlic, lemon, pine nuts, salt, pepper, parmesan, olive oil and basil because my husband is going toothless and this is something he can eat, earthy paste. And the backyard is a cramped lot tufted here and there with basil, and weeds in the years since he stopped remembering to water. My husband is not only losing his teeth but his memory, but he can gum at pesto.
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