"Okay, so remind me to tell you about the farmer's market later because it was especially lovely today. But, I just saw the most adorable little cauliflower. It was, like, less than three inches across, including the big flat leaves that wrap around the curd, as it's known. It could have fit in the palm of my hand. It was so cute. I wanted to buy it, and figure out how to attach it to my hair, and wear it as a hat. It was so cute."
"I did not buy the adorable cauliflower. No-one in my house but me would eat it, and it wouldn't have been fair to buy it just because it was cute. But I was really tempted."
No one in your household would eat it because cauliflower is a vile and putrid substance not fit for human consumption. It is, in fact, best worn as a hat.
I used to think that. I have come around to the joys of roasted cauliflower. (I still think steamed cauliflower and raw cauliflower are not food.) I am told that pan-fried and stir-fried cauliflower can produce similar results to roasting, but I haven't really tried that, yet.
It's like okra and brussel sprouts: glorious when cooked properly, nearly inedible cooked any other way.
Though as with all matters of taste, results are not guaranteed.
(Though I would also think that the advantage of a small cauliflower in a household where only one person wants to eat it is that a small one would be the right size for one person with maybe some leftovers.)
No, with me, it's not a thing of consistency or texture. For me, eating any variant of Brassica oleracea other than broccoli tastes like eating a mouthful of sulfur.
A cauliflower that size would be a suitable vegetable dish for one, steamed or roasted; if you see another, go for it. (I came home from the farmers' market with, among other things, two of my favorite varieties of apples, which is one more than I expected.)
My taste buds and stomach have nothing against a *faulty follower*, but I can not help but wonder how long one worn in your hair would hold together, nevertheless how long it would be before it went bad.
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Date: 2015-10-16 06:10 pm (UTC)"I did not buy the adorable cauliflower. No-one in my house but me would eat it, and it wouldn't have been fair to buy it just because it was cute. But I was really tempted."
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Date: 2015-10-16 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-17 08:36 am (UTC)It's like okra and brussel sprouts: glorious when cooked properly, nearly inedible cooked any other way.
Though as with all matters of taste, results are not guaranteed.
(Though I would also think that the advantage of a small cauliflower in a household where only one person wants to eat it is that a small one would be the right size for one person with maybe some leftovers.)
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Date: 2015-10-17 01:55 pm (UTC)No, with me, it's not a thing of consistency or texture. For me, eating any variant of Brassica oleracea other than broccoli tastes like eating a mouthful of sulfur.
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Date: 2015-10-16 10:51 pm (UTC)(Cauliflower's pretty good, if cooked well. Brassicas are my friends.)
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Date: 2015-10-16 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-16 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-17 01:06 am (UTC)Ann O.
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Date: 2015-10-17 04:04 pm (UTC)