Extreme Broccoli

Extreme Broccoli

Eight words: torn meniscus, patellar tendinitis and tendinosis, degenerative changes. Crud. That makes 9 words. This from the girl who used to get her legs around her neck, sit cross-legged at the drop of a hat, and could do a full lotus on her head for a good 20 years of her life . Well, they tell me change is the only constant. I'll find a message in it all. There's always a message. The message may just be "Suck it up, you're getting older", or "You really should draw more and wrestle livestock less", or "Lose weight, Porky." I'll tell you when I receive it.

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Above, you see exhibit #1, tonight's real subject matter. Let me give you the back story: I planted a second crop of broccoli, which is doing great. Today, after milking, I harvested a head of it. Brought it home, cut it up, and....but wait. More back story. I'm an organic gardener. No pesticides. Compost mulch, rotten egg and cayenne deer repellent (you get the picture). So, I cut it up and found, well, a little more protein than I expected. A LOT more protein. Andrew Zimmerman worthy protein. But I did persevere, and eventually dewormed (aaaaack) the entire head. I AM going to have to rally all of my Vulcan mind-control techniques learned on a lifetime of Star-Trek reruns to get the stuff down, but I think I can do it. It's ORGANIC! GREEN! NATURAL! OMMMMMMMMMM.....

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Now, here's the burning question. Do I spill the beans and let my husband make an informed decision, or just keep the pre-dinner carnage to myself? Do I make a game of it and offer a bounty? Could I feed this broccoli to my vegan friends? Inquiring minds want to know.