That little girl, served spinach and told to eat her nice veg, who declares "I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it," is veering close to my lukewarm like of broccoli.
I eat it, as I eat dark chocolate, reluctantly, because it's very good for a person. The sulfur taste of broccoli and the metallic overtones of chocolate are the reasons I'm not a fan.
Anyway I assembled quite a nice lunch, steamed broccoli, dash of lemon, with jasmine brown rice, and a lot of grated sharp cheddar mixed with the broccoli and melting in it. Dash of paprika to dress it up.
Couple more lunches here, too.
So now I'm glowing with smugitude.
