Broccoli plant. Image credit: all photos this post by J.Laumer.
Everybody eats broccoli. Well...everybody save you Super-Tasters (more about vegetable exceptionalism down the page). Most broccoli-eaters have never grown their own and therefore miss out on the pre-floret excitement (as pictured above) as well as the eventual, superior fulfillment.
Growing broccoli is a wonderful distraction from worrying over climate change. Grow your own and you can reach salivation over the stir fry. The alternative is dreaming about the the kids in a Blade Runner future. (Some would prefer spiritual salvation but it's not my piece of broccoli.)It's probably too late to plant broccoli now unless you live in northern Maine or in DahYoop.
Not to despair: beets, still a viable garden planting choice for nearly everyone, are pretty as they sprout in the sunset.
And, mature beets will practically march right into your borscht.
Pomp & Circumstance.
My theory about 'Super Tasters' and broccoli, as hinted at above, is that the oft-noted broccoli-taste revulsion is based on the Super Taster experience being limited mainly to eating crappy California- grown florets that are a week old when they arrive and taste of decay.
My kids, when presented fresh cut garden broccoli, have shown extreme joy on their faces. It is a remarkable thing. And, all about the contrast. Beats answering 'What is climate change, Daddy?'
Why is fresh grown broccoli almost never sold in farmers markets?
Home Depot stocks few or no broccoli seedlings - further evidence that home-grown broccoli is a wondrous thing.
Broccoli won't grow in vertical gardens I bet.
Suppose they gave a Tea Party and nobody came? Suppose they were all busy eating broccoli? It's not too much to dream of.
As if it were the Last Supper.
Remember to help get out the vote and grow your own.