Broccoli is the New Black
The other day, Abby came barging through the front door, shedding backpack and winter layers in big thwunks on the floor as she made her way to the kitchen, and asked what was for dinner.
"Some kind of chicken and and some kind of broccoli," I told her.
"Oh mom, can it be the kind of broccoli that is super crispy, almost burnt and salty? I am so in the m…