My husband likes to tell me I’m a food snob. I like to tell him that’s a lot better than my being a car snob. Or a jewelry snob. And I also remind him that being married to a food snob (who, ahem, drives a seven-year-old Toyota) works out pretty well for him,
You’ll notice I did not say, “How I learned to tolerate raw kale.”
I’m excited to tell you about a product, well actually a service, that I love. And since I really am a satisfied customer — seriously, I do a little squeal every time I see that box on my front porch — I am thrilled to be able to offer you a discount coupon to try the service yourself.
The kids think Romanesco looks like something you might see on the way to Solla Sollew, but they eat it as willingly as they eat most vegetables. Which is to say, they do not wrinkle their noses too much. Here’s how to make it.