Rather than chuck it, I volunteered to take it home to make soup. And all hell broke loose, "We've got to watch you, Mckeever - oh i cooked this wrong - can i take it home?" etc etc etc. Fair enough. I learnt a lesson, well two: don't cook it wrong, don't have any further part in your disasters.
So while my double ineptitude created some heat, I did get a bloody nice meal from it. I guess that's why there was a verbal price to pay.
I turned to Jamie Oliver - At Home for a pasta and broccoli dish.
Melted parmesan, pecorino, cheddar into some greek yoghurt with a little double cream. Plenty seasoning.
Cooked pasta.
Added cut up, pre-over-cooked, broc to pasta water just for a few seconds to warm, then drained everything and mixed iwith the cheese sauce.
Also made broccoli soup - fried up an onion, added veg stock, added cut up, pre-over-cooked broccoli, cooked briefly, then whizzed up. Added milk. Done.
Served both together with some bread soldiers (who doesn't like soldiers?)
It was really satisfying. Hot, oozy, cheese, pasta - warm soup, bread. Great stuff. We're deep into Autumn territory now.
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