The Bar of Coolness

When my mother asked me what I'd like for dinner tonight, only one thing popped into my head. It wasn't sunny side up eggs, chicken cacciatore, or grilled shrimp. All I could think of was broccoli casserole. 


Being the great mother that she is, she threw together a nice dish of it for me. And boy was it delicious. I haven't had it in quite sometime, and the taste almost made the wait worth it. In fact, besides sharing about 4 spoonfuls of the casserole, I housed the entire thing myself. 

This was a wonderful reminder of my favorite dish as a kid. Weird kid, I know. Broccoli was the staple in my favorite food. In fact, in third grade, we were asked to bring in a favorite recipe that our parents made to make a class cookbook. Of course, the pages of this cookbook were filled with cookies, brownies, and cupcakes: all desserts. All desserts, except for one. A broccoli casserole recipe to be exact. And that is how I set the bar of coolness way back in the third grade.