I just had an incredible, eye-opening experience.
I went to the grocery store to buy some unsalted butter for the pound cake that I was going to make (plans were interrupted, unfortunately, by my mother who said it wasn't needed anymore, which is just wrong because Nonnie's (Andrew's grandmother) pound cake is a necessity in everyday life if you ask me), and I passed by the deli, and saw that they had fresh tortellini. I decided to buy some for lunch. Beside the pasta, they had different sauces: marinara, alfredo, regular tomato and pesto. Ah, yes...pesto...my enemy since my early days in college. I tried it once at Eat's, and NEVER AGAIN. It was the worst thing I had ever tasted, EVER. Just looking at it made me feel sick. It looked and tasted like...well, ass. Vomit. Whatever's disgusting to you.

Anyways, I've been trying to be a little bit more open minded about food lately, especially since I was completely wrong about fish tacos and pho (yes, there was a time when I hate pho...blasphemy, I know), so I decided to get the pesto...and alfredo as a back up. I couldn't look at it for too long, so I just threw it into my basket and ignored it until I got home.
At home, I got the pasta ready and put spoons in the little containers that had the sauces. I spooned a little pesto over my perfect little tortellini. I sniffed it...and it didn't smell like ass. So I licked my fork...and it didn't taste like ass. So I ate a tortellini that was half covered in the pesto and BAM! It was GOOOOOOD. So many flavors bursting in my mouth...it was awesome.

So there ya go. My pesto experience. Go get some right now. It's REALLY good.