Friday after work I had a massage from Rebecca. "I hope you don't have plans tonight, cuz I'm gonna giv'er".
There is something about a good massage that gives equal parts clarity and fuzziness. I wandered through the market in a dream state when a clear craving emerged from the fog: Broccoli Rabe. I wanted broccoli rabe with orchiette pasta and tons of fresh parmesan.
You might not know this, or you might not even LIKE bitter greens, but for your information, broccoli rabe is the same as rapini. The Israeli guy at the corner told me.
When, oh when is it going to get warm so that we can bake in the afternoon sun? Hope you are having a good long weekend. Giv'er.
