Twenty five years of Saclà and Pesto, the aspirational ketchup
You have a little hunger?
But haven’t met this jar?
Well you’re no Columbi – you can’t have travelled far.
So genovate your palettes,
And pimp my primavera:
Crush garlic, salt pine nuts, blend basil,
With two noble cheeses – both alike in dignity
To wrestle and pestle in Ligurian oil.
Then will I spoon in and swoon up your pasta,
Drizzle con brio across butterflied breasts;
Get clammy with clams
Upgrade that ciabatte
Bring zip to your pizza,
Lounge in lasagna to access all areas.
And just when you think you know me,
I’ll lead your mash astray, spike your meatballs
And be the ultimate trofie wife.
Welcome to the Condominium of Saclà!