“Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.” –Gloria Naylor
Broccoli Rabe. I never would have imagined it possible that this super-vegetable could be the filling of a sandwich so awesome, so friggin’ delicious, that it would make me question the merits of every other sandwich I’ve ever tasted. Ever.
To properly enjoy this “poetry,” you’ll need to visualize me in dramatic repose on a gilded chaise lounge, reciting orally the following words:
The Selfish Vegan is attempting to reacquaint herself with the kitchen. What in the name of Natalie Portman’s shoes is a Mandolin Slicer for?
