Poetic Thursday hosted by our pals Teddy and Angel Sammy
Here is today's photo.
I decided to write about Broccoli!!
When I was a child (in the stone ages), broccoli was only sold in a box.
It was as hard as a rock*
Mama cooked it until it was NOT*.
She cooked it and cooked it 'til it was no longer green
It was so mushy it made me want to scream
I expect I made this very same face.
Oh how happy I was to finally see it freshly displayed
in the produce case. I learned to steam it
to perfection and color to please my eyes and taste.


















