Reasons why Fran was grateful for carrots yesterday
This will tell you how old I'm getting. I got excited yesterday because we had carrots rather than broccoli. It felt like a real event. And that tells you a LOT about my life.
My husband has an allotment the size of Lake Victoria and, boy, when he grows broccoli, he grows broccoli. We've been eating it for weeks. With omelettes. With fish. With pasta. With stir-fry.
Let me rephrase that. We've been accompanying broccoli with other foods for weeks. Broccoli with omelettes. Broccoli with fish. Broccoli with pasta. Broccoli with stir-fry.
It's hard to disguise broccoli. It's no good going, 'oh well, if you look at it differently, you could even pretend it was French beans'. I mean, look at it.