A decade or more ago, when it was absurdly fashionable, I made rocket pesto too much. This evening my local shop was clearing the little packets, and I bought a couple.
I have a big old mortar, and I pounded a clove of garlic, a tablespoon of pine nuts, the rocket, black pepper, some sea salt, a knob of butter (a suggestion from an Italian friend), a glug of my friend's olive oil, and some seriously good Pecorino cheese.
I made the pesto, and went out to buy a bottle of suitable wine. I returned to my apartment, and the most wonderful smell greeted me. The aroma of the pounded rocket had filled my small home. Peppery, earthy, and wonderful.
This pesto deserves some real homemade pasta. I am not that clever, and I don't have a machine, so I did it by hand, and my simple wide noodles, dressed with such zesty stuff, well I have to say, just try it.