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Rainy Summer Day Pasta : 3 Ingredients, 10 minutes Hot Sausage, Broccoli Rabe, and Orichette


This recipe can be made in ten minutes, with just three ingredients, and using just two pans.



That's right, in less time than it takes to call in an order for pizza

and for less money, 

you can have a home cooked meal.

Actually, that was the original idea behind this recipe.

Last week, Mom and I were in the grocery store picking up a few items, with the intention of ordering a pizza for dinner because we'd been out all day and I was too tired to cook.

Then I saw broccoli rabe in the produce section...my favorite green...and my mind was changed.

The weather has been overcast, rainy, and blessedly cool for the past few days, so broccoli rabe and pasta, both of which I normally wouldn't consider in summer, suddenly seemed like a perfect match.

I still wanted a quick, no fuss meal, and this fits the bill. I literally made this dish in less time than I would have spent waiting for my pizza. And it cost less. And tasted better. Win-win-win.

 Three ingredients:

1 lb of hot Italian sausage (can substitute chicken, shrimp, or more veggies)

1 bunch broccoli rabe, bottom stems removed ( can substitute broccoli, asparagus, tomatoes, etc.)

1 box (or even half a box depending on how much pasta you want or how many you're serving) Orichette ("little ears") pasta, or other shape of you choice

Plus:
Olive oil

Red pepper flakes


While a big pot of water for the pasta comes to a boil, throw the sausage in another pan and cook in olive oil.

Add the pasta to the boiling water.

When the pasta has about 1 minute left to cook, toss the broccoli rabe into with the pasta, so it will get a quick blanch that eliminates some of the bitterness.

Drain the pasta and broccoli and then add it into the pan with the sausage. Stir gently so all ingredients are coated with the olive oil.

Enjoy!

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