So there was this time in my life when broccoli was the devil, and I still slept with night light. I couldn't stand broccoli. If my Mom made something with broccoli (especially a casserole), I just hated it. How could one small vegetable look so hideous and infect the flavor of an entire bed of what could have been the best dinner ever? One time she hid it in my favorite au gratin potatoes and I thought I needed to move out at the age of 10. It was an abomination, and I wasn't having any of it for a second.
I see this behavior already in my almost four-year old son.
Thankfully, I can look past it, because in my adulthood, I've learned that broccoli is actually really delicious! It's refreshing, almost, to have steamed on a plate with dinner. Or even raw! Don't even get me started on how lovely raw broccoli is!
I know, I don't even recognize myself anymore when it comes to my likes/dislikes with certain veggies. Which is why, I don't stress the veggie battle with my son right now. He drinks vegetable juice, and I bribe him to take a couple bites of broccoli with the promise of a cookie after dinner, but other than that, I don't push it. Little does he know: he's going to be a broccoli-obsessed buffoon like me someday.
Let's jump into this broccoli-lover's dream of a salad, shall we?
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