Shiso Pesto Miso Tomato Pasta
I fell in love.
Biting into a warm garden tomato, fingers smelling of the vine, lips slurping to catch all of the sweet ripe freshness, is the essence of summer. The scent of summer has always been basil—even in mid-winter when the herb comes from half a world away, I can close my eyes, sniff a leaf and experience summer again.
Shiso Pesto Pasta
So shiso. It’s been growing well in the messy little vegetable garden here at the new house.
So, this year, yes, I won’t be trying to save it for some special occasion.
Unlike my mother, who saved her silverware for a special occasion which never came. I don’t recall ever eating with those special forks, knives, and spoons!
No, I won’t save this crop of shiso for my “second husband.” We will eat and enjoy the moment now…