Take my cauliflower, please
Really. Please, take it. It is so totally icky.
I have come a long way from my days of subsiding on nothing more than vanilla yogurt (my childhood motto: have Dannon will travel) and my ironclad stubborn refusal to try anything new. Part of the idea behind joining a CSA (don’t remember what this is? I revealed the mystery of that acronym here ) was bravely tasting whatever the farmer picked for us each week. You know, choking down broccoli in the name of family harmony and health.
The kids are on board, facing up to beets disguised as french fries and taking at least a no-thank-you sized bite of whatever arrives in the red mesh bags. The abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables has been incredible. Check out the pile of produce we pulled in this week:
Gorgeous right? The peaches, divine. Farm fresh corn? The best. And the melons, don’t even get me started on the melons. But the cauliflower? Yuck. I’m digging my heels in. Cauliflower is yucky.
But it is abundant. Last week’s portion allowed me to be neighborly. I sent it home with the babysitter. The week before I placed it benevolently in the donation pile for the homeless shelter. I suppose I should be honest; I haven’t even tried the stuff. I can’t (see above yucky reason for clarification.) I know, I know, the children graciously swallow their bites of whatever bizarro veggie I put in front of them so why am I such a hypocrite?
Because I said so, that’s why. Because I’m a grown up and as far as I’m concerned passing on cauliflower is a privilege of adulthood. I don’t stay up late. I don’t see scary movies. I don’t eat cake for breakfast (well, except for very special occasions.) This is my thing. So there.
Anyway, does anyone want a head of cauliflower? It’s farm-fresh-fabulous, and it’s yours for free.
Update from the bachelor-pad: It’s ladies night! I don’t know whether it was the free drinks or the sugar and spice, but the ladies have finally made an appearance. Here’s one 
And right down the vine is her lovely friend:
And another lady who has already snagged her man, done the deed, and is growing an adorable little squash. Mmmmm, can’t wait to snuggle that little babe in a little olive oil and brown sugar. 
Meanwhile, the dating game may just gearing up for the squash, but the cucumbers are going wild. We’ve eaten about eight of the sweet treats so far, and there are close to 15 more on the vine. For the uninitiated, here’s a peek at a newby cuc:
