On a whim the other day, I bought a head of cauliflower. Actually, what happened was: I was in line to checkout at Whole Foods. I had unloaded everything onto the conveyor belt, and saw the woman ahead of me with a head of cauliflower. I thought to myself: hey, — I haven’t bought that in a really long time. Since the woman ahead was still checking out, I quickly backed up my cart and ran over to the produce section (the Wee One was in the cart, or else I would’ve just left the empty cart sitting there). I found the cauliflower, and the deal was sealed when I saw it was on sale. But then I ran into one of the moms from my son’s preschool, and we chatted a minute or two about her recent trip to Mexico. I turned back to my cart, and couldn’t figure out where my groceries had gone. Only then did I remember that I’d unloaded them all onto the checkout belt, and had simply walked away without explanation. I jogged (as fast as I could while wearing clogs and steering a grocery cart) back to the checkout counter, where I found an understandably irritated cashier who looked at me as if she wanted to tell me where I could stick my cauliflower.
Wednesday night, I roasted a chicken for dinner, and had in mind to also roast the cauliflower. I did some searching, and while it’s easy as pie to do, I wasn’t going to be able to roast the chicken and cauliflower at the same time, due to significant differences in heat requirements. No matter, I just did the cauliflower first, and roasted an acorn squash with the chicken. When it came out of the oven, it was so lovely I couldn’t help but take a bite. It was the best cauliflower I’ve ever tasted — roasting has a magical effect on vegetables, and intensifies their flavors, even when those flavors are delicate. It was tender and sweet, with a salty butteriness in each bite (even though no butter is used). I ate a whole wedge, just standing there over the pan, stopping myself from going further because I was supposed to make a quick trip to the gym before dinner (while my accommodating husband fed himself and the kids).