The contents of my kitchen is buried in boxes, matting, carefully described and I’m not going to unpack it, unless it’s in Berlin ( it took me three days to hide the apartment into boxes). The only things left were blender, a plate and a knife. We had to eat something, so Ive started to think about something easy and fun, and I reminded myself about a recipe for pesto from Agata’s blog, which does not require too many dishes and equipments. Anne, who helped us to sort clothes, mostly by laughing at them (so far I had no heart to get rid of my jacket purchased 3 years ago in China or shirt from Bolivia), accepted we’ve started the preparations. Ok, it sounds like a big cooking. The whole truth is that one was standing in front of the blender, and the other was watching the first one.