I’ve Made Peace With Broccoli.

Posted byHeatherPosted inHmm, Food.

I’ve hated it my whole life. I’ve never understood people who love the taste of it.

And until the age of about 42, I felt this way.

Then I had to learn to tolerate it. It’s a power veggie. You eat two cups of it a day, and you’re knocking out a number of nutrients you need. So it’s because of aging that I decided to find a way to tolerate it.

And I will/can only eat it two ways…

  1. Roasted and charred heavily, with a squeeze of lemon
  2. Raw, obliterated into tiny pieces, doused with Tabasco.

I can only eat it if it doesn’t taste like the steamed or microwaved nuclear green color that most of us probably grew up with.

I still refuse to eat it that way.

I’m proud I have found a way to consume it. You can’t stop progress on growing up.

No matter how hard I do try to stop it.

Published by Heather

I get up at 5:30am every day, no matter what day it is. I make my bed every morning. I drink a modest amount of coffee while reading two digital newspapers and watching the news. I make sure my roommate, George, has food and water. (George is an Australian Cattle Dog.) Then I can start my day. This is my morning routine.

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