Actually, it was one cauliflower, two meals. See, I cut the core out of a head of cauliflower, put it (the head, not the core) on a microwaveable plate, cover it with a big bowl, and microwave it for 7 minutes. Then I cut it in half and cook one and save the other to cook another night. There’s just the two of us, after all.
Meal One:
Broke the cauliflower into florets, tossed them with olive oil, cumin, and Lawry’s seasoned salt. Roasted ’em at 400 for about 30 minutes(ish). Topped ’em with feta cheese.
Meal Two:
Broke the cauliflower into florets. Tossed them with Alfredo sauce, sliced olives, and shredded mixed Italian cheeses. Topped it with a couple of leftover slices of CoJack cheese and baked it until the cheese melted.
Both. So. Good.
A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: Show a person behaving and looking very differently on two different occasions. If you can imply, without stating, the reason(s) for the difference(s), you’re golden!
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Dan Antion
February 28, 2018 at 9:45amI like cauliflower, but I don’t like Feta cheese and I don’t like olives, so…boo
Marian Allen
February 28, 2018 at 10:38amYeah, that’s a boo from you, all right. Man, if it had only been kale instead of cauliflower, I’d have had a perfect score.
Deborah
March 3, 2018 at 12:50pmI thought black olives…but no you used green. I’m thinking that gave the dish a zing. đ
I love cauliflower prepared with potatoes, and caramelized onions with lots of Indian spices. Allo Gobi. My favorite of all favorite cauliflower dishes. Wonder if He-Man wants Indian for lunch? See what you did! đ
Marian Allen
March 3, 2018 at 12:52pmCharlie doesn’t like Indian spices. đ I have to bung ’em on at the table just for me, but that isn’t nearly as nice as cooking them into the food.
Kirizar
March 11, 2018 at 3:51pmYou must really like cauliflower to engender it with personality akin to having motivations and emotions requisite for the writing prompt!
Marian Allen
March 11, 2018 at 6:04pmOh, everything has personality with me. I feel sorry for skeeters’ families when I squish one. I tell scraps I put in the compost that they’re going on a wilderness adventure.