Those who know me well know that I love to cook. I inherited a love of cookbooks and cooking from my mother. A friend of mine related earlier this week how his son had gone to another mutual friend's home and had eaten a chicken and eggplant pasta dish that he wanted his parents to learn to make. When he was describing the dish, his parents decided that the secret to the dish must have been in the "pepto" sauce their son seemed to like.
I've been visualizing that pink stuff in the bottle in that dish ever since. I think it might actually be quite tasty with pesto, but somehow I just can't imagine even wanting to eat something with a pink sauce!