Broats? You ask? Short for broccoli rabe oats. Thought it had a nice ring to it. You see, when it comes to food, I’m about as unpicky as you get. And yet, the one thing I really can’t be convinced to eat is oatmeal. Bland and blah, you’d think it’d be pretty inoffensive. But like a vegan at Peter Luger’s, it’s just not my thing.
Until…enter broccoli rabe. Peppery and slightly bitter, I stirred my leftover broccoli rabe pesto into a packet of oatmeal and added a drizzle of olive oil and a generous crank of pepper. Suddenly, I became an oatmeal convert. And unlike everything else in my edible life, it didn’t even take crusty french bread and a bloody mary to convince me.