Last night, I came home cold, tired, and glum. I needed something hot, so I made some focaccia, spread some homemade pesto* over the top, and stuck it in the oven. Fifteen minutes later, my whole apartment smelled like pesto and life was much, much better.
*I made a bunch of pesto this fall and froze it. Basil won’t be back in season until next summer, but I’ll post the recipe tomorrow so we can all bask in fragrant nostalgia.