Tuesday, April 25, 2006
You know when you realize that you're on a strict diet?
When you start craving broccoli.
I heated up some frozen broccoli for dinner on Sunday, and eating it was like eating the holy grail of broccoli. Better than the extravaganzza pizza, better than sex, better than a potential all-new Lost where they find out it's all a dream, or just life in a snow-globe being held by an autistic boy.
Summing that up, it was the best broccoli in the entire world.
I wish I had Broccoli as a last name, because then I'd be heir to the James Bond producing fortune. Yes, that's random.
And it wasn't just broccoli - it was florets - which is just the good part. No stems for me, baby. Is that high maintenence? Seriously - they taste different.
And the irony is, it was plain broccoli - no cheese sauce, no spices, no nothing - just hot broccoli.
I better get me a social life, if that's the high point of my day. Also, when you blog about broccoli, and how it's the high point of your life...that's some sad sad commentary. Hello friends? It's time to take me out.
Or come over. Because I make some mean hot broccoli.