Fresh-picked and made pesto and pasta, at 2:30 in the morning. Doesn't get much better than this.

Comes at a price though. I think my knives decided that it was time to reaffirm their status as the undisputed bosses-of-me. They seem to have elected Mr Pairing Knife as their representative, who proceeded to slice his way through my right thumb, until he met resistance in the form of my Right Thumbnail (who gets capitals as he managed to save the tip of my right thumb from being removed). I'm lucky I've managed to grow my fingernails this week, otherwise I think Mr Knife would have just kept on going until he met something he couldn't make it through (a.k.a. the chopping board).

So my thumb is swaddled in bandaids at the moment. I'm going to take them off soon, cause they're tres uncomfortable.

p.s. the pesto is good.