Homegrown broccoli is quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever eaten. I picked some earlier today and had it for supper. I just wish I had realized I hadn’t done something wrong, and picked some earlier.

Now I’m fighting the urge to run out back and pull everything else up, and replace it with more broccoli. I’m also resisting the urge to rip off the back part of the house, to make room for more garden and more broccoli.

Seriously, it was that good.