Tuesday night for dinner we had Cajun spiced salmon, and as a side dish we steamed huge mounds of asparagus and broccoli. We made sure to make a whole lot of extra steamed vegetables so we’d have enough to take with us the next for lunch. After dinner, since I didn’t wanting to bother with the hassle of separating broccoli parts from asparagus spears, I dumped the leftovers of both veggies into a plastic container to live in the refrigerator overnight.
Here is a helpful and important hint, which I have learned from this experience. Broccoli and asparagus should never, never, be allowed to cohabitate in the same container in the refrigerator after being cooked. I say this because I speak from direct and unfortunately personal experience with the result.
Apparently, close association with asparagus turns broccoli into something unspeakably vile. It is beyond wrong. It looks like broccoli and even smells like broccoli but it certainly doesn’t taste like broccoli. It is as if VeggieTales suddenly started taking plot hints from the Necronomicon. It is the vegetable version of the toxic avenger, but without the comedy.
Lest you think that this is just me being ultra sensitive, I should note that Richard bravely took the remainder of the broccoli and asparagus to lunch with him today. A few moments ago he sent me an email that included one short sentence:
“You were right about the broccoli. Ew.”
Don’t say you weren’t warned.