In 2012, my bestie Whitney bought me a beautiful marble mortar and pestle, and for 11 years I used it as decor. From Brooklyn to Highland Park, I used it as a paperweight and an objet on bookshelves, but I never used it for its true purpose, which is pounding the crap out of ingredients to make pestos, sauces, and the like.
About six weeks ago, I made S…