Cauliflower, I am sorry I had forsaken you for all those years. The truth is, I really wasn’t all that into you or any of your cruciferous brethren for most of my life. At some point, broccoli crept up on me. It wasn’t all that bad raw, but I hated how it sort of crumbled and tainted everything in a cooked dish like that chicken & broccoli ziti. Yuck. And broccoli soup… what a nightmare. No thank you! But raw, I liked. Broccoli slaw = yum. That salad with the broccoli, bacon, raisins, onions and that weird dressing made with mayo, sugar, and vinegar and poppy seeds? Oh, hell yeah. That’s good eats.
Sometime during broccoli’s reign of raw, I decided maybe raw cauliflower wasn’t so bad either. And then, I started eating broccoli cooked too. And I started growing my own broccoli and how could I not love that – it just grows and grows. I steamed it and made salads and once… I even made soup. And it was good!
So, I finally decided to give you a chance recently. I bought a head and chopped it up and mixed it with the last batch of broccoli I picked and steamed it all together. My husband and my stepdaughter were skeptical. Cauliflower? Do we have to? I said it will be fine, come on, there wasn’t quite enough broccoli to go around. And then the most amazing thing happened. We all liked you, cauliflower, we really liked you. Right here, right now, we liked you!
And there’s more! Last night I decided to try roasting cauliflower. I picked up a big, beautiful local head at Pure Foods in Southampton recently. I chopped it up with a small onion, a few cloves of garlic, a tablespoon of canola oil and a tablespoon of butter, and some salt and pepper. I spread it all out on a baking sheet and roasted it at 400 for about half an hour. It was a revelation!
It was magically delicious. So magical in fact that my husband said at first, “These potatoes are fantastic!”
Apparently he gobbled it up so fast he failed to notice the floral structure.
So, in conclusion, Cauliflower, I apologize. From now on, I will sing your praises to all who will listen. Just don’t try to get me to like that weird cousin of yours from Brussels. Not happening.