For dinner this evening, I made a broccoli/cashew stirfry. I served it over brown rice. The sauce was sweet and the red pepper flakes made the dish spicy. A perfect combination.
I bought the broccoli from the Farmers Market. The local, organic farm had beautiful bags of broccoli. In the silence, I could hear the broccoli calling my name. Hee hee. Nothing beats, fresh and organic.
It is funny when I think about broccoli now as compared to when I was a kid. My boys love raw broccoli. I don’t recall ever being much of a fan of broccoli growing up. But then again, I hated mushrooms, and now I love them. I also think it has to do with being raised by people whose idea of a meal is the box you find in the freezer case. I recall being in the grocery store and hearing, “Go pick out your dinner.” It was either a tv dinner or a frozen pot pie. You know, the kind that are a buck each. Yikes!
Broccoli also reminds me of the scene from Seinfeld when Newman says he likes broccoli. He takes a bite, then spits it out and yells, “Vile Weed!” I love it.
So, tomorrow is Fat Tuesday. Do you have plans? Are you giving anything up for Lent? I forgot it was tomorrow, until I heard a friend mention it. It is just a regular Tuesday for a busy mum with two little boys. If you are celebrating, I hope you have fun. Be safe.
peas and love….
Krys and the boys