Found this on the towpath, what do you do when life hands you broccoli?

Broccolade Recipe

Ingredients:

1 cup broccoli florets (steamed and cooled)

2 lemons (juiced, about 1/4 cup)

3 cups water (cold)

2–3 tablespoons honey (or sweetener of choice, adjust to taste)

1/4 teaspoon ginger (grated, optional for extra zing)

Ice cubes

Fresh mint leaves (for garnish, optional)

Instructions:

1. Steam the Broccoli: Steam the broccoli florets until tender, then allow them to cool completely. This removes the raw taste and enhances the flavor.

2. Blend the Ingredients: In a blender, combine the cooled broccoli, lemon juice, water, honey, and ginger. Blend until smooth.

3. Strain (Optional): If you prefer a smoother texture, strain the mixture using a fine-mesh sieve or cheesecloth.

4. Serve: Pour the broccolade over ice cubes in a glass. Garnish with fresh mint leaves if desired.

5. Enjoy: Stir well before sipping and enjoy your nutrient-packed, tangy drink!

Tips:

You can adjust the sweetness and lemony tang by adding more honey or lemon juice to your taste.

Add sparkling water instead of regular water for a fizzy version!

Freeze leftovers in ice cube trays for a refreshing addition to other drinks.

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To lull me into a false sense of security

Do not kink shame broccoli!

Here in Germany, I can pretty much only buy them shrink-wrapped, at least in the winter. They get imported from Spain, and I guess, the shrink wrap helps keep them fresh and undamaged during transport.

I imagine, this wouldn't be too different in the UK, but would be glad to be corrected.

Plus you want to be absolutely sure everything on it is dead.

Personally I think steaming is better but baking works.

Try roasting it. It gets a totally different flavor. Chop into florets and stem disks, toss in oil, salt, bake at 450 for 15-20 minutes.

You don't even need the broccoli.

"As I lie here on this final threshold, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude, not fear. My life, now stretching out behind me, has been a symphony of moments. Each note played with passion, joy, and purpose. I do not mourn my end but celebrate my life's fullness. I have lived, truly lived. I loved deeply, pursued my passions, and embraced the unknown. I dared to dream and dared even more to chase those dreams. As i lie here, waiting for death's final embrace, I have but one regret. That towpath broccoli. Why did I not taste it? Why? I shall never know and it remains the only shadow on my - urrrrrgghk... uhhhhnnnn."