I didn’t intend this to become a cooking-while-high post, but the decision was taken out of my hands. I was midway through prep, all ready to start cooking Gwyneth’s Cavolo Nero Pesto with Penne & Peas, and then my boyfriend Justin declared he wasn’t hungry yet. So I put the cooking on pause, took a few hits from my weed pen, and passed the time on my phone, where I narrowly avoided making a stupid purchase:
Eventually I got back off the couch and continued. But before that, I had needed to figure out what the fuck cavolo nero is. Gwyneth informed me it’s “a dark green leafy vegetable that’s very good for you” and is in season in the winter, but I highly doubted my local stores would carry something I had never heard of. But, apparently: I had heard of it! It’s also called Tuscan kale, lacinato kale, or, my personal favorite, dinosaur kale (cavolo nero is allegedly Italian for “black kale” but I can’t vouch for that because my Duolingo hasn’t gotten me there yet).
While I had never purchased it, I had actually admired it at several of my local stores. It’s just so fun looking! These scaly, almost blue-green, massive leaves always beckoned to me from the produce aisle, but I never knew what to do with them, other than give them to a cartoon mouse to use as a fan. Now, thanks to my dear friend Gwyneth, I had an excuse to cook with it. This is what passes for a thrill these days.
The recipe calls for you to steam one bunch of cavolo nero, which was a problem because one of my biggest insecurities in life is the fact that I don’t have a steamer basket. Thankfully, my creative brain was unlocked due to the cavolo verde I had vaped, and I turned my strainer into a makeshift steamer basket. Mensa vibes much????
After some high-level anxiety and agony about whether I should steam the kale with or without the stalks (I did it with and I think it was the right call), I steamed it for the exact 7 minutes Gwyneth called for. I truly love when she gets ultra-specific. It’s very dom.
Then I let the kale cool for a minute or two, before “whizzing” it in my food processor with garlic, olive oil, black pepper, and 10 olive-oil packed anchovies. Well, actually, my anchovies seemed to be significantly larger than is typical, so around the time I was plopping my 6th anchovy into the food processor I looked at the heaping pile of fish filets and felt like a godforsaken maniac, so I called it quits at 6 anchovies. I do like anchovies, but you can’t tell me anyone would have wanted to eat the full 10-anchovy version of this pesto!!!!! And if you did tell me? I wouldn’t believe you.
I whizzed that shit and then stirred in some mascarpone, and you know what? It tasted like pesto! A hair fishier than I would have preferred (stopping at 6 anchovies: another stunning cooking decision by moi), and I maybe would have wanted an extra garlic clove in there, but this was actually a pretty good kale pesto recipe! WE LOVE WHEN GWYNETH SUCCEEDS, FOLKS.
But, meanwhile in the pasta department, things were getting weird. 3 minutes before your penne is done cooking, you see, Gwyneth tells you to dump a cup of frozen peas in with the pasta. Maybe this is a thing other people do all the time and no judgment to you if you think that’s the best move for your family in these uncertain times, but for me? Like this is so fucked up:
Anyway, we survived the ordeal, and once the pasta and peas had finished cooking, I reserved “a teacup” of pasta/pea water, strained the noodles, and mixed it with the pesto until it all… is emulsified the proper word here? I literally never know what that word means or where it’s appropriate. Does “emulsify” just mean “mix together”? Please don’t tell me the answer.
I piled that shit with Parmesan, trying to smother any weird pea flavoring, and voila: kale pesto with peas for some reason! I had tasted the pesto earlier so I already knew it was good, which made the last-minute addition of boiled peas even more confusing. What is this for? Not to rehash the dreaded peas-in-guacamole fight of yesteryear, but stop adding peas to things that don’t need them!!! Peas have a distinctive flavor so you can’t just throw them into anything green and pretend like they’ll blend in! They won’t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The peas not only transformed this dish but transformed ME, from an absolute Earth mother kitchen goddess who can whip up a pesto using fresh local Tuscan kale while pleasantly stoned, to a sullen bratty child miserably picking around the clumps of boiled peas in his dinner. Not cool! (But I probably will make a kale pesto adaptation of this again, so let’s take our victories where we can.)
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