Italians are horrified at the mere thought of subject basil to a food processor. This is wrong, wrong, wrong. And I think they are right, right, right.
They needed victims, and my loving relatives pushed me forward.
Garlic first, then salt, crush in the marble mortar with a wooden pestle. Then tear up the basil and toss that in. The woman next to me - and she won - had the moves down, really pounding the basil. So do what she is doing in the pictures, not what I am doing.
Panel of 3 judges, including, I must add, the husband of the winner (ahem) - judged the results. "Too much garlic" was the determination of the experts for my pesto (which I already knew).
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