Musing on “I’m Choppin’ Broccoli.”

Musing on “I’m Choppin’ Broccoli.”

December 26.

Christmas is over for another year.

And I don’t think I’d ever care to eat again.

I always feel a twinge of quilt when expressing that very heartfelt thought, because I know that there are folks who are in serious need of food. That kind of makes complaining about eating too much of the wrong stuff for 30 days seem silly.

But that is the way I feel.

So today it was out to the garden for some…

My babies. The ones that don't talk back to me.

broccoli.

This is what they looked like the first of September.

Yes, with a little sun and cooler temps along with the occasional downpour those toddlers have turned into this.

Meet Carol.

And Robert. Or Bob to those who know him best.

Greta. She's shy.

I know some of you are saying…naming your broccoli heads? That’s insane.

That’s like naming your calves — as in bovines not lower leg muscles.

For we all know what lies down road.

Killer freeze or….

SCREAM.

Yes, Deborah was my lunch. And a fine lunch she was.

I love raw broccoli and here is what I did with it today. The start of my never-eat-again-but-raw-broccoli life.

Courtesy of Allrecipes.com and Edna Hoffman of Hebron, Indiana my

Marinated Deborah. 

Oops.

Marinated Broccoli.

4 teaspoons olive oil

1 tablespoon water

1 tablespoon white wine vinegar

1 1/2 teaspoons lemon juice

1 teaspoon honey

1 garlic clove, minced

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 cups fresh broccoli florets

2 tablespoons chopped sweet red pepper (didn’t have and didn’t add.)

Combine the marinate in a jar and shake well. Add your vegetables and toss. Chill for hour.

Done.

That’s all I’m eating for the next 40 years.

What about you?