post Italy cooking
The scene: K and bb are sitting in the dining room. K is perusing several Italian cookbooks and preparing pasta with broccoli rabe.
K: Oh, look at this, you cook the broccoli rabe with the pasta.
bb: That's ingenious!
K: That's exactly what I did with the hot dog and macaroni and cheese a couple of weeks ago.
K: Oh, look at this, you cook the broccoli rabe with the pasta.
bb: That's ingenious!
K: That's exactly what I did with the hot dog and macaroni and cheese a couple of weeks ago.
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Rather than going slime green with that awful cold cabbage taste, it retains its greeness and as you drain it (I use a ricotta sieve rather than a colander in this instance, so you don't lose all the broccoli) it breaks up through the pasta. Then you just heat the oil, cook the garlic slightly, add the pasta and broccoli, toss and add sea salt and lashings of freshly cracked pepper. oh.....
Sorry, fell down in a faint.
As someone restraining herself with carbs and fat, merely remembering such dinners caused me to swoon.
SIGH.