broccoli rabe & fresh ricotta frittata {Homemade with Love}

To the rest of the world, this simply looks like a bunch of celery. Albeit an incredibly gorgeous, delicate bundle, with a flavor only celery from the farmers’ market could possibly capture. That bunch in particular probably came from Maxwell’s Farmstand at the Grand Army Plaza farmers’ market.

I feel the lump welling up in my throat as I write this, and yet I can’t pull my fingers away from the keyboard. I feel crazy even going “there”, but that celery is the last bunch of celery I bought while Michael was alive. It’s celery for heaven’s sake, and it’s capable of reducing me to tears. At moments like this I want to bury my face into a pillow and collapse into a pool of tears. I bought that celery the day before Mikey died. I came across it while looking through my photo archives for a recipe of the Broccoli Rabe & Fresh Ricotta Frittata from Homemade with Love, and suddenly found myself frozen as I inched closer to the photos I took in the days leading up to his death.

It’s not just a bunch of celery, just like these aren’t just a box of matches.

It’s a bunch of celery on the windowsill of our old apartment…in the kids’ old room, which was actually our bedroom before we even had kids.

That celery represents something I can never have again. That celery represents a routine I so loved, and have struggled to get back into the last 20 months. See, before Mikey died, I woke up every Saturday morning at 7:00am, got dressed quietly and snuck out of the house to go to the farmers’ market at Grand Army Plaza. I would beat the crowds, and get the best of whatever was in season before most people had rubbed the sleep from their eyes.

In the days, weeks and even months after he died, going to the market was very hard. I might even say painful. As each new season came, the food just tasted different. It was a year of firsts, and that included so many firsts for my palate too. All those familiar flavors suddenly left a strange taste in my mouth. There was no one to share in my excitement, at least not the person I wanted to share it all with.

Slowly, as each day passed, I learned to taste again—but not the way people usually taste. I learned to taste the way a recipe developer experiences flavors, by just looking at the vast array of ingredients at the market. That gift was returned to me while writing Homemade with Love. I sometimes think it was crazy to take on writing my first cookbook just four months after losing Mikey. Looking back, I now realize working on this book gave him back to me in a way. It reminded me of all the little firsts we experienced during our 17 years together. Homemade with Love is so much more than a cookbook, it is a scattering of love letters with recipes. It’s represents my old life and new life, kind of like a deck of cards that have been shuffled. As each day passes, I work at sorting out the cards to put them back in some kind of order that makes sense.

Broccoli Rabe & Fresh Ricotta Frittata

Serves 8

Music Pairing: Beautiful Day by U2

This recipe tugs at my heart a lot with Easter approaching in a few days. I first made this to celebrate the holiday with my family in 2011. That was the last Easter Mikey was alive. It also happens to be the last Easter we were with my Uncle John who passed away just last month. I don’t say this to cast a sad shadow on this recipe. It is quite the opposite for which I’m sharing this bit of information. I’ve been thinking back to that last Easter meal with everyone gathered around my table at the old apartment, and I’m incredibly thankful we all rallied to make it happen. As you gather with family and friends this weekend, remember to be thankful for the moments you have with them. And remember to tell them how thankful you are to have them in your lives.

1 small bunch (12 ounces/336 grams) broccoli rabe

12 large eggs

Fine sea salt and freshly ground black pepper

1 ⁄ 2 cup (100 grams) Creamy Homemade Ricotta (page 32 in Homemade with Love)

1 tablespoon (15 ml) extra-virgin olive oil

Fill a 4-quart pot with water and bring to a boil. Fill a large bowl with ice water and set aside. Meanwhile, trim the tough bottoms off of the broccoli rabe. Add the broccoli rabe to the pot and cook until it starts to turn a bright green, about 2 minutes. Drain the broccoli rabe and plunge it into the bowl of ice-cold water to stop the cooking process. Wrap the broccoli rabe in a cloth towel or paper towels, and set it aside to let the towel absorb any excess water.

In a large bowl, beat the eggs well. Season them with salt and pepper to taste.

Preheat the oven to the broiler setting.

Add the olive oil to a 10-inch (25-cm) cast-iron skillet and place it over medium heat until the oil is shimmering. Add the broccoli rabe and pour in the eggs and let them cook undisturbed until the edges are set, about 1 minute. Slip a rubber spatula under the sides and tilt the pan to help the uncooked egg run underneath. Repeat this all around the edge of the pan until the top is wet but no longer runny.

Drop dollops of ricotta on top. Place the skillet under the broiler, and cook until the top puffs up and is golden and bubbly, 1 to 2 minutes, keeping a close eye so it doesn’t burn.

Remove the pan from the oven, cut into 8 wedges, and serve immediately.

Comments

  • Tracey: Morning Jennie,
    Oh sheesh, you sure know hot to bring tears to my eyes.
    Yes, I remember that feeling all too well. All of it.Everything becomes another chapter, another newness of something.
    Wishing you a beautiful Easter full of color and a happy memory or two.
    Hugs, rainbows and an prayer thrown in for peace,
    Tracey

  • Tracey: Oops, early morning typo. I meant” how.”

  • Maria in NJ: A Blessed Good Friday to your family Jennie…yesterday I made the pizzagainia….gosh I love Easter and all the Italian traditions. Things you will only enjoy once a year. I would love to learn how to make the basket cheese, man that stuff is so expensive, next year I am going to try to make it. Have a Wonderful Easter…m

  • megan: I have a sealed glass bottle of milk that I bought the day before my husband drowned. Still in the fridge. Have not been able to think about throwing it away. Little reminders of the life that was there. I hear you. xo

  • Shantanu: Very touching piece. I can relate. When I was little, I’d visit my aunt who I loved dearly. Naturally the pain of parting was so great when it was time to go home, that I’d keep every little thing she did for me for months. It included mundane things like the string she used to tie the box of food for the journey back home, it box itself though it was disposable, etc. Of course, its not the same as someone’s passing away, but ultimately all we are trying to do it to maintain some connection, any connection with someone we love dearly, dead or alive. Your article also makes me realize how precious every minute is with everyone we love.

    Good luck!

  • Caroline @ Pink Basil: It’s so hard to continue on with life as usual after someone’s passed :( sending you a big virtual hug!!

  • Rocky Mountain Woman: It’s amazing what can trigger those feelings, isn’t it? A song, a photo forgotten but found, a shirt in the closet.

    You are doing so well though. He would be proud…

  • robin: Im trying to be thankful for every moment I have with my dear family, so easy to take for granted.

  • thyme (sarah): I search for the “why” behind your painful experience. The only thing my mortal little mind can come up with is that what has happened in your world affects so many of us out here. There must be some ‘good’ coming from all of the people’s relationships that are changed and improved and cherished because of you and your words about your beloved Mikey.

  • Anna Maria: Hi Jennie. I just came across your beautiful blog. I live in Melbourne, Australia, and am second-generation Italian, a mother and work pretty hard in various jobs. Your writing is beautiful, and you are incredibly generous and courageous in the sharing of your loss to strangers. We can all relate I’m sure. And this beauty obviously flows into your food. I am looking forward to buying a copy of your book. Congratulations on the continuation of your journey. God bless you and your family.

  • Phillip: I have been lurking here for a bit. Your recipes are awesome. I just tried my second one from your blog and I had to fess up to being a fan! Don’t stop what you’re doing here!

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