Broccoli Trees
Children are so amusing. My 2-year-old makes me laugh on a daily basis. It’s her genuine and uncensored remarks about the world that are so refreshing, true and downright funny. At the very least, her interpretations are cute.
For instance, she likes broccoli. When I roast it she picks it up with her fingers and chomps it down.
Initially, I would chop hers down into pieces small enough for her load onto her tiny toddler utensils, then she noticed the pieces on my plate.
So without asking she began to grab florets off my plate. “Mmmm, I like dat trees!”
“Mommy gimme dat trees,” she says.
I’m inclined to let her continue calling them trees. They do resemble tiny oaks. But, I must be responsible and correct her, even if I get a kick out of her assessment.
So I tell her: “This is broccoli. Can you say broccoli?”
She nods and says, “Mommy gimme dat broccoli trees!”
| Roasted Broccoli | Print |
Ingredients
- Fresh Broccoli Heads
- Olive Oil
- Salt
- Pepper
- *Additional Spices of your choice.
Instructions
- Preheat oven to 425 degrees.
- Chop broccoli heads into bite-sized pieces.
- Toss with olive oil to coat.
- Add in seasonings
- Spread out on baking sheet and bake in oven for 15 to 20 minutes (or broil for crispier finish)
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aoc gold
Where Go The Boats?
(1)
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It floats along forever,
With trees on either hand.
(2)
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-floating
Where will all come home?
(3)
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
(4)
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
—–by aoc powerlevewling