Finally contented with the idea that I was going to have a boring dinner, I rubbed the chicken breast (bones in!) with some spice mixture I found in the cupboard (who knows how long that has been there...don't judge me) and some olive oil. I threw it onto our one and only baking pan and into the oven at 375 for 30 minutes. I said a little prayer for the chicken to be cooked all the way through and then moved onto the broccoli rabe.
Now if I must brag for a second or two, I must say that I do know how to work the broccoli rabe. Or maybe it's really that I just love, love, love broccoli rabe and could eat it at every meal if I could get my hands on enough of it. For some reason I have the hardest time finding it down in Texas, but here in Little Italy I am never more than a stone's throw away from getting my hands on some leafy green goodness.
Anyway, I wash, chop, and boil until the stalks are tender. Drain. Transfer to a skillet with olive oil and garlic. Reheat. Sprinkle on crushed red pepper. Mangia! It's so simple and really hard to mess up, in my opinion.

What does Mangia! mean? That's the secondi time in two days I've heard (or read) that? I assume it means something like delicious b/c both times I think it was in refernce to food.
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