Coming from a Barese family, eating broccoli rabe is non-negiotable — it's a staple. In my grandmother's town of Adelfia in Bari, Italy, the cousin of spinach and the sister to broccoli was on the table quite often. What wasn't on the table ever? Farro. Though an Italian grain, it never existed in our lives until I introduced it recently. Now, when blended with the familiar verde, hearty crumbed walnuts, and sharp Parmagiano, it is welcomed with a smile.