This Picture Makes Me Sad

I took this just a little over a month ago (February 3rd), undoubtedly to preserve in my memory what must have been a delicious meal, but already I cannot remember how I sauced the pasta. I can see there are toasted slivered almonds, and I'm assuming there was garlic and olive oil, but I can't identify the larger-than-the-almonds pieces-of-something also tossed in there.

I'm glad I didn't forget the roasted asparagus: I've been eating it regularly and it's my current favorite vegetable, possibly my current favorite food.

So it occurs to me, instead of thinking of this blog primarily as a way to share recipe experiments, I need to do a better job keeping up with it for my own sake. In the past I forgot recipes and ideas and didn't regret them, but now that I have this darn picture-taking habit, I see the pictures and am frustrated by the imperfection of memory.

At least I can remember what I cooked last night:

At Marc's shopping for ingredients for next soup-and-bread-Tuesday, I saw beautiful green bunches labelled "broccoli rappini." The odd name looked like a mash-up of broccoli rabe and rapini, and that's what it looked like, so I treated it as such. Vegetable Love gave a simple method for braising it with garlic, olive oil, red and black pepper, and what looked like far too much salt. I used less than half the salt the recipe called for and enjoyed the result with a glass of red wine and felt so good and so healthy. Then I ruined it by eating too much crackers and cheese immediately afterwards.