You wouldn't really think that fava beans would fall into one of those categories, would you? Well, maybe the first - the one where I didn't think it was all that strange an ingredient. After all, they were the star of a very famous line in a very famous movie in the not-too-distant past. Nevertheless, much like my extensive Hunt for Harissa, my attempt to make a meal involving what I thought was a relatively common Italian vegetable took me all over the city before I finally secured the magic ingredient.
Many thanks to DiBruno Brothers in Rittenhouse Square for having just enough amazing things to also have the thing I was seeking. It had fallen over on a top shelf, but I found it and made it mine. Actually, the harissa was also hiding on a top shelf. Does that say something [aristocratic] about my tastes? Maybe it just means I should be taller.
So, the bag of dried beans didn't exactly say "Fava Beans" but I figured Fava Anything was closer than I'd gotten previously, so I brought them home, soaked them last night, and boiled the heck out of them tonight. To my great delight, I appear to have successfully revived them and made them a part of our dinner: Tuscan-Style Beans with Tomatoes and Sage.
I served them over the leftover Pasta e Fagioli because I didn't feel it was necessary to make new pasta when we hadn't finished that yet. Additionally, there seemed to be a slightly disproportionate ratio of beans (cannellini + fava) to tomatoes, so I figured it was probably a nice touch to use pasta that already had tomato slush on them.
Unfortunately, entirely due to the base, Mister thought we were having leftovers for dinner and was very surprised when I pressed him for a reaction to the meal. After he explained that dinner was leftovers and I explained that only the base was left over, he explained that he thought anyone who would eat just beans and tomatoes for dinner was quite out of his/her mind, thereby confirming my suspicion that this meal needs a base. As they go, I think pasta was the best option, but perhaps a fresh, bigger pasta would be better in the future. I thought small was the way to go, but after Mister's reaction, I'm reconsidering.
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