The one thing I knew that I had to grab at the Saturday farmers' market was this broccoli rabe. See, I'd gotten some sweet Italian sausage from one of the vendors the week before, but hadn't been able to use them, and so into the freezer they went.
I had a plan.
The market was just lousy with garlic scapes, and so I picked up half a dozen for a buck.
The chopped up scapes, a little hot pepper and a few anchovies get going in the extra virgin.
Then the sausage.
And the rabe.
With the orecchiette, and a sprinkling of cheese, of course.