Stupidly Adoring Cauliflower

I must have flowers, always, and always.

Claude Monet

Hey, Lovelies.

I know, I know.

Cauliflower is not what most people consider worthy of a blog post. And it’s certainly something most people don’t get particularly excited about. Except me.

I have a wonderful local fruit and vegetable shop where I can order online and they deliver to my home. My order costs a little more than one from the big supermarkets, but it’s worth it, plus I get to support small business. Big supermarkets always disappoint when it comes to fruit and vege. It invariably arrives already rotting, or it’s under-ripe and goes from unripe to rotten without every giving me any satisfaction in between. But my local providore gives me fresh and exceptional quality produce that lasts for weeks. Hooray!

In my latest box of treasures was a milky white head of cauliflower, dewy and perfect. So fresh and crunchy and unblemished and good. Huge too.

It was if I had harvested it from my own garden. I hefted it into the air, weighed in in my hands, put my face close and smelled its earthy goodness.

Oh, the possibilities from this beauty.

Cauliflower gratin.

Cauliflower soup.

Crudites with dip.

Roasted cauliflower.

Cauliflower with peas and potatoes.

Cauliflower curry.

I carefully washed and dried my cauliflower and put my box of goodies away. And then I spent time after dinner last night thinking about what I might make with my cauliflower. I’m still not quite decided, but I’m thinking a vegan coconut and cauliflower curry, with steamed rice and maybe some naan bread or roti. We’re eating a very plant forward diet this year, and it’s feeling good. I’ll let you know how I go,

Love, assorted fresh vegetables, some luscious black cherries, and a few well-thumbed recipe books, Nicole xx

PS – if you have a favourite cauliflower recipe please let me know!