Make Broccolade of course. Be sure to post the results.
When life gives you broccoli, don’t make broccolade. Make life take the broccoli back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn broccoli, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson broccoli! Do you know who I am? I’m the man who’s gonna burn your house down! With the broccoli! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible broccoli that burns your house down!
The broccoli is a lie.
Little 3 year old Cavey refusing to eat his vegetables.
Why is it shrink wrapped?
To contain him
To lull me into a false sense of security
Do not kink shame broccoli!
“Wrap me up and call me steamy” -Broccoli
Here in Germany, I can pretty much only buy them shrink-wrapped, at least in the winter. They get imported from Spain, and I guess, the shrink wrap helps keep them fresh and undamaged during transport.
I imagine, this wouldn’t be too different in the UK, but would be glad to be corrected.
Befriend ducks.
One day, they may do something for you in return.
i would bake that shit. baked broccoli is tasty as fuck.
Plus you want to be absolutely sure everything on it is dead.
Personally I think steaming is better but baking works.
fair. sometimes i enjoy it steamed
Steam it and eat it with herbed butter. Approx. 10g per 100g Broccoli. Herbed butter makes it so much more enjoyable.
Try roasting it. It gets a totally different flavor. Chop into florets and stem disks, toss in oil, salt, bake at 450 for 15-20 minutes.
You don’t even need the broccoli.
Personally I would make Broccoli Pasta.
Would you honestly deny yourself the exhilarating experience of eating towpath broccoli? I think this would be a life long regret!
“As I lie here on this final threshold, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude, not fear. My life, now stretching out behind me, has been a symphony of moments. Each note played with passion, joy, and purpose. I do not mourn my end but celebrate my life’s fullness. I have lived, truly lived. I loved deeply, pursued my passions, and embraced the unknown. I dared to dream and dared even more to chase those dreams. As i lie here, waiting for death’s final embrace, I have but one regret. That towpath broccoli. Why did I not taste it? Why? I shall never know and it remains the only shadow on my - urrrrrgghk… uhhhhnnnn.”
Use it to fill the holes in your canoe?
Beautiful broccoli right there 🥦
Those are aliens that have fallen from space. DO NOT EAT!
Run you fools! 😉
