As you might be able to tell, I over-purchased when it came to broccoli and cheese. [BUT I DON’T CARE] – I love broccoli and cheese. I’d have it for breakfast if it were socially acceptable. E=mc2 may have been Einstein’s mind-blowing equation but I have my own; cheese+heat=loveandlifelongsatisfaction. It may not unravel the meaning of life but it certainly makes mine better.
I almost always have some sort of pepper in my fridge. It’s a staple that never gets forgotten. Whether I’m filling it with cheese and broccoli or slicing it up into a pasta dish, it’s a pal I’ll never become enemies with. Saying that, I have been on the wrong end of a dodgy Bolognese once where the person in question thought it was a good idea to absolutely murder some red bell peppers by stewing them until they resembled some sort of salty pepper porridge. Don’t stew these beautiful vegetables, they deserve more than that.