pasta primavera with parmesan and white wine sauce

Guess what made me crave pasta primavera. It would put most people off pasta primavera for a little while... but not me, I guess. I was watching that episode of Seinfeld where Russel Dalrymple, an NBC executive with whom Jerry is trying to start a pilot, orders pasta primavera at a restaurant. Elaine sneezes on it and he ends up getting violently ill.

So of course, I thought to myself.... that's what I want for dinner! Isn't it totally absurd how my stomach and my brain works?

roasted broccoli

Alright. I know I promised all six of you who follow me on twitter that I would be presenting you with something a lot more exciting than roasted broccoli this morning. Well... it's more that I gave you a sneak peak of what's coming up in the next couple of days, even though I ate it for breakfast a couple of hours ago. I invite you to follow me on twitter, but when you discover what I ate for breakfast, please don't judge me.

In my defense, right after I took my breakfast out of the oven, I put in the broccoli. Does one cancel out the other? I'm going to let you in on a secret: I liked the roasted broccoli more. This is the second time I have made it, and it took a Herculean effort not to devour the whole plate in a mad, gluttonous frenzy. It's perfect. Charred and crispy, salty and a bit spicy... it's realistic to expect that when I am at home alone for dinner, I will be preparing a batch of this and eating it, in its entirety, by myself.