Nothing much to do on my last day of vacation as I am really really lazy to confront my issues. Remembering from yesterday, I had all the ingredients to do homemade pesto today and voila! I didn’t quite expect that it will turn out nicely on the first try but I certainly hope this is not the last time I’m going to do this. So hung-up with the ideals of no cookings needed in my life just because I live alone. Why do I always choose the more convenient side? 🤨