Roasted Curried Cauliflower: Pity-Party for One

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“A cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education,” Mark Twain once said.
I think I know what he means.
Curried CauliflowerAfter years of school work and multiple degrees in all things reading, writing and literature I should know what he means. But this week it felt like the work of 25 years amounted to…well, not much with a hint of “desk job”. I am just a dressed-up cabbage.

Do you know what I’m talking about? Do you ever feel a little trapped?
There’s construction going on outside my office window, and I’m often just alone with the sound of a pounding drill that goes on and on and on

I get belligerent in my head. I play drama queen. These menial tasks are stupid. I’m just going to go ahead, slit my wrists while staring out the window, write a blog post on How to Smear Blood on Toast in your Cubicle and finally do what I really love doing. 

Except I don’t really know what I really love doing yet. Which is why I’m still just a poor, wandering little cauliflower. I’m working it out. With a little help from Florence King’s essay, and a bit of Bob Sacochis’s thoughts on making mistakes.

So far mostly I’ve managed a mantra of:
1. Be humble.
2. Pay your dues.
3. Correct your mistakes, even the seemingly “unimportant” ones.
4. Make lunch hour worthwhile by doing something enjoyable.
5. Eat something tasty (and cheap) when you get home. Listen to upbeat music of this variety.

Curried Cauliflower
My favourite way to eat cauliflower is to cut the florets down (leaving half a pinky-finger of stalk). Then drizzle them with olive oil and a sprinkle on a bunch of generic, cheap “Curry Powder” mix – whatever the convenience store has. I stick them in the oven and roast them at 400 degrees until you can poke a fork through them (20 mins…ish).

I make a little “dipping sauce”, something real fancy that in my family we call “Rose Sauce” – comprised of two tablespoons of mayo with a squirt of ketchup in it. Talk about gussin’ up your average condiments. Dip your spicy cauliflower in the cooling sauce, eat it up, and hopefully, feel a little better.

Crunchy Bits
Do you have mantras to get you through bad days? Advice for when you feel trapped?
Coping mechanisms/wine pairings for my pity-parties? I’d love to hear…



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Here you will find food stories about the recipes I tackle in my kitchen. I promise to always be experimental. There may be food flops and poetic blunders. It’ll be reverse logic - good food that looks bad, bad food that looks amaaaazing, a solid try, a lazy attempt, a ton of stuff and little bits of nothing.

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