“Money burns a hole in my pocket…” Dean Martin
Sunday eve ’n we tho’t to go pickup some teriyaki to go just to have sumthin’ a little different, don’cha know?…
But when we got there, the cupboard was bare ‘cuz we’d forgot that they take Sunday off…so we dropped in to Coco’s which we like to do about once ever’ other year or so…not that Coco’s is not a nice little coffee shop with quite decent pie which we almost never ever order ‘cuz it is, it’s just that we hardly ever go there…until this evening…
Anyhow, in my wand’ring roundabout way, I discovered t’nite that cauliflower ain’t really any worse than brocolli…
Over the course of my lifetime, I pretty much avoided any acquaintance atall with foods like cauliflower ’n brocolli…I wuz aware of their existence, of course, but basically I treated them with the indifference I tho’t they deserved…
As you might imagine (or not), I took a bit of heat from fam’ly ’n friends for my avoidance of what I considered t’be ‘rabbit food’ but with my advancing years, I somehow developed a tolerance for what I consider t’be the more esoteric veggies…y’know, sumthin’ other than onions (which, for some reason my body will no longer tolerate)…
At any rate, this evening we found ourselves dining impromptu at Coco’s where our waitress, Simone, wuz relatively new at her job (’n being watched surreptitiously by a manager)…and being tired of my usual fare ’n in the mood for what we white southeners consider t’be ‘soul’ food, ordered m’self some chickenfried steak which came with mash potatoes ’n pepper gravy ’n what wuz described as ‘seasonal veggies’ that turned out t’be brocolli ’n cauliflower…
Now, I recognized the brocolli right off, not a doubt in my mind what it wuz but the white stuff that wuz mixed in with it, I had to ask Millyrose…’n she informed me with that condescending air that wives often have, that it wuz cauliflower ’n that they were steamed ’n looked fresh ’n were really healthy….
As I grow older, I find myself lacking in the character that I use’ta have ’n, after shoving the pieces around a few times, bit into the cauliflower ’n found out that it wudn’t really much worse than the brocolli, so I ate pretty much most of what wuz on the plate…’course, I kind’a mixed it in with the pepper gravy ’n mash potatos ’n remarked to Millyrose that a bit of melted butter wud have improved the taste somewhat…
Anyhow, that’s my story for this evening ’n I’m sticking with it….
“A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.” Mark Twain
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