Friday, January 4, 2013
This is the broccoli I steamed to death, recently. After being "refreshed" (fat chance) it is recuperating, here, on some paper towels.
The distracted cook.
This weekend I shall try to atone for this cardinal sin by trying again - searching for some juicy, cold-weather broccoli if there is any left at the farmers' market. It has been cold, below freezing every night, though, and I'm not sure that even hardy broccoli will have made it through.
The drink above was never finished that night - Brooklyn Bitters and wild black cherry-infused bourbon.