Via e-mail at 3:24 p.m.
…you’d be proud of me. I had a chicken cutlet sandwich for lunch. It had broccoli rabe on it. I ate the first half of the sandwich with the broccoli rabe on it. Not the second half, but the first half I did. It’s growth man, growth.
I AM so proud!
Could you even taste the rabe? Or was it a texture thing?
J bounces back:
A little of both. My previous experience with broccoli rabe was that it was almost inconsequential. It was small flecks of green stuff that claimed to be broccoli, but I couldn’t tell. More importantly, I couldn’t really taste broccoli, so I just went with it. This sandwich had huge broccoli florets that were impossible to avoid and, well, tasted a lot like broccoli. The problem was this sandwich had the sharp provolone cheese melted on top of it, so you couldn’t just pick the broccoli off without losing the cheese. On the second half of the sandwich I cut my losses.
Actually I spent most of the lunch distracted by the bread crumb in R’s head.
Are you one of those people that doesn’t like broccoli? Or more accurately, one of “those people” that despises it?
Because I love Love LOVE broccoli. It’s one of the only vegetables I have liked all of my life. However, I only like it fresh (not cooked).
So I can see how broccoli rabe may have been a challenge for you as far as texture goes. But taste…mmmmm, broccoli tastes delish.
In regards to the cheese on top of the broccoli, I don’t understand why restaurants put cheese anywhere on a sandwich but directly on top (or on bottom) of the hunk of meat the sandwich is built around. I really don’t. This is why Taco Bell confuses me. PUT THE CHEESE DIRECTLY ON TOP OF THE MEAT. It’s like they don’t want the cheese to melt.
But regardless, I am proud-very. Is Indian food up next?
Also-who is R?
J writes back:
I don’t like broccoli. If that’s wrong, then I don’t want to be right. I don’t even like the look or the smell of it.
Your point on how cheese must be on top of meat is valid and well taken. The thing is though, with this sandwich, the cheese had melted on top of the broccoli, but when I attempted to remove the broccoli I managed to save most of the cheese, because as anyone who knows about cheese will tell you, provolone does not melt well.
It also didn’t help that R had ordered a vegetable sandwich; that was two points against her from the start.
I’ve had Indian food. Didn’t I tell you about my adventures at the Indian food buffet?
R is the new ***** ****** person in the ** office.