I was getting a physical last week--whoa, holy
Olivia-Newton-John-with-the-terry-cloth-headband flashback!--and my doctor
said, "Oh my god, look at this." A tweet had dinged in from his
college-aged son: "Just got mugged!" That was the whole of it. There
was no follow-up, and he wasn't answering his cell phone. "Can you believe
my life?" my doctor laughed--and no, no I couldn't. I mean, really? Are
these kids going to ripple away from us to the very outer edges of our world,
lapping at the shores of remoteness and danger, while we call to them, the
stone left behind in the center?
We've got a fire popping and fragrant in the woodstove
tonight, every candle in the house lit to rage, rage against the dying of the
daylight-savings light, everybody safe and cozy, a board-game getting set up
even as I write this. I am reckless and greedy as King Midas: ask me this
second to make a wish, and I would wish for this, forever and ever. And only
years from now, roasting and sweating by our eternal fire in the eternal November
evening, setting up Zooloretto for the trillionth time, the children
exhaustedly unchanged, would I understand the categorical error of wanting
everything always to stay the same.
I'm getting to the broccoli, I am. Because one of the things
we can send our kids with into the world is knowledge of how to take care of
themselves: how to know when they are tired or hungry or when they've had
enough: enough food, enough sugar, enough carnival rides; enough Boone's Farm
or company or weird codependent boyfriend. I want them to recognize what it
feels like to be rested, healthy, sated, well loved. Sure, they're going to try
curing their hangovers with Ding Dongs, and that's fine. But then later in the
day I want them to say, "Wow, I could really use something green."
I'm serious. I want that.
Which is why we feed them this way: food that is rich and
delicious, yes, but that gives the kids that feeling of having been nourished
by something substantial. If you have learned to like broccoli, then the world
can do you no harm. Right? Right?
Whole-wheat Pasta with Broccoli Pesto and Garlicky
Breadcrumbs
Serves 6
Total time: 40 minutes
There's lots of broccoli here--in the form of tender little
florets and also in the form of a kind of pesto that's brightly seasoned with
my favorite garlic-olive-oil-lemon-zest trifecta. Plus, crunch from the
breadcrumbs. Yum. Like most recipes, this one is adaptable: if the combination
of broccoli and whole-wheat pasta is simply too challenging, make it with wide
egg noodles; if you don't have sun-dried tomatoes, or don't like them, add a
few tablespoons of capers or chopped green olives; swap in chopped toasted
walnuts for the breadcrumbs; or, if it's all too vegetarian for everyone, broil
a couple skinless, boneless chicken breasts, slice them up, and toss them in
when you're mixing the final dish. Some whole-wheat pasta is more equal than
others--it can be gritty or dusty-tasting or gummy; I love, love, love the
brand Bionaturae, and buy lots of it when it goes on sale at Whole Foods.
Kosher salt
1/3 cup sun-dried tomatoes
4 tablespoons of butter, divided use
4 large cloves garlic, smashed and peeled, divided use
1 cup fresh bread crumbs, ideally from whole-grain bread (2
slices)
1 bunch of broccoli
1/3 cup plus 2 tablespoons olive oil (divided use)
2 pinches chili flakes (optional)
1 pound whole-wheat pasta shapes or spaghetti (I used
Bionaturae-brand penne)
The finely grated zest of 1 large lemon
1 cup freshly grated parmesan, plus more for serving
1 tablespoon soy sauce
Begin by putting a large pot of heavily-salted water on to
boil for the pasta. If you're using the dry-pack kind of sun-dried tomatoes,
cover them with boiling water and leave them to soak while you prepare the rest
of the ingredients.
Make the breadcrumbs: heat two tablespoons of butter in a
medium pan over medium heat and sauté one of the smashed garlic cloves until
it's fragrant, then add the breadcrumbs and fry, stirring, until they are crisp
and toasted, around 4 or 5 minutes. Leave them to cool in the pan, stirring
occasionally so they don't burn from the residual heat.
Trim and peel the broccoli's woody stems, then chop all of
it. I quarter the thick stems lengthwise and then slice them crosswise into
small pieces; chop the crowns fairly fine, so that you have a mix of small
pieces and crumbs. Squeeze the tomatoes to get the water out of them and chop
them coarse (if you're using oil-packed ones, simply drain and chop them) and
finely chop the rest of the garlic.
Heat 1/3 cup of the olive oil in a wide pan over medium heat
and sauté the garlic and chili flakes for a minute or so until it's all
super-fragrant. Now add the broccoli and sauté it, stirring frequently, until
it is very bright green, then add a half-cup of the salty-hot pasta water and cook,
stirring, until the broccoli is tender but still green (you want it fully
tender, but not yet turning that unappetizing khaki color that scares
everybody). Turn the heat off under the pan.
Put half of the cooked broccoli into a food processor with
its cooking liquid, the remaining 2 tablespoons each of butter and olive oil,
the lemon zest, the parmesan, and the soy sauce. Whir it until it's smooth,
then taste it: it should taste bright and rich and savory. If it's not quite
there, add a bit more olive oil or salt or soy sauce.
Meanwhile, you'll have cooked the pasta. (I think a good
time to put it in is when the broccoli is done cooking.) In a large bowl,
ideally one that's not freezing cold (I use a heat-proof one and pop it in a
250 oven with the plates while I'm cooking), combine the drained pasta with the
broccoli pesto, the remaining broccoli, and the sun-dried tomatoes. Serve
topped with parmesan and breadcrumbs.
Sometimes it is nice to make an old recipe. It feels like visiting a friend.
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