I was so hopeful.
With Mike away in NYC, I was really looking forward to indulging in some of the things he isn’t really crazy about. Like broccoli – a vegetable that has always been near the top of my list, but one he has yet to truly embrace. So while my husband was getting his pork on with some cocktail buddies, I decided to whip up a simple pasta dish for myself.
And it kind of sucked.
Despite the inclusion of red chile flakes, lemon zest, and crispy anchovy breadcrumbs, this tasted like a whole lot of nothing. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t disappointed – I feel like that gorgeous broccoli was wasted here, and I couldn’t for the life of me think of how to save it.