{"ai_pass_count":4,"analysis_step_count":9,"confidence":0.861900654517942,"created_at":"2026-08-28T02:06:03.036520+00:00","id":259753,"node_number":"683210","processing_time":3.5085158348083496,"recent_steps":["net.store_session","net.llm_structured_analysis","net.rules_detect","net.context_window","callsign.qrz_verify"],"recording_id":274649,"text":"I'm just kidding. I had an aunt. I hadn't heard this one in a while, but Aunt Hazel. She was, uh, her name was Hazel. But anyway, I'm going to say that I'm a Pesto fan. Man, I love Pesto. I could just about eat that stuff out of the jar. Back in 1998, I was working in a Italian restaurant. And I think that's where I experienced it, maybe for the first time. It was a dish. It was called creamy chicken pesto. My mouth is just waters. And inside of that creamy chicken pesto, they had, uh, well, Pesto. Pesto was pine nuts. Man, that stuff was so delicious. Every once in a while, I try to make it here at the house, but I can't do it like that restaurant did, but it was very good. Uh, I got, I got..."}