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.
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
Befriend ducks.
One day, they may do something for you in return.
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! 😉
