I guess it's time for my broccoli story.
I was an avid gardener for many years, but most years I didn't have any luck with a fall garden. In our area, you've got to put out fall garden in August, and it's usually so hot and dry then that everything burns up.
But one year I had a lovely one, and after a few light frosts, the weather stayed mild through November.
I knew to keep my broccoli dusted with Dipel (BT) in the spring and summer, but I didn't think I had anything to worry about after frost.
Come Thanksgiving, I had a huge batch of beautiful, garden fresh broccoli to go with our dinner. It looked so nice, I didn't even bother to soak it in salt water.
The way our house is laid out, the living area, kitchen and dining area are all one large L-shaped room, so when we're cooking, everyone's pretty well in on it. My dad, who had a surprisingly weak stomach for such a big strong guy, was standing next to me when I put the broccoli in to boil. He was involved in a conversation with my husband and father-in-law, so I was sure he didn't notice when a couple of little worms floated to the top of the water. I scooped them out, and went about my business.
When I checked the broccoli a few minutes later, the top of the water was covered with floating worms. I scooped and scooped, and still they kept coming. I hadn't seen them before, because they were the same color as the broccoli.
Finally, I put the lid on the pot, and asked my guests if they preferred peas or green beans with the meal.
"Oh, the broccoli will be enough," my husband replied.
"Well, we can't eat the broccoli," I said.
That got my dad's attention, and he lifted the lid on the pot of broccoli and saw a jillion little green worms floating on top of the water.
His face turned as green as what was in the pot, and I thought we were gonna lose him for a minute, but then he started laughing, and said, "GREEN BEANS!"
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