It's our first successful crop, planted last winter. The poor plants huddled there in the cold and gloom, looking as if they were never going to do anything. Then spring couldn't make up its mind, but finally went away. And we have explosions of cauliflowers! These are "cheddar," a beautiful color. I don't know if it's the variety or the freshness, but the one I cooked last night (with just a sprinkling of cheese) was so mild and delicious, it was almost sweet.
After dinner, as is my wont on Mondays, I went off to a meeting, leaving Dave to do the dishes. So the cauliflower dish did not get cleared from the table immediately. Cleo, our matriarch kitty (she's sitting on my shoulder in the icon), has long been known as a broccoli thief. Apparently, cauliflower is close enough to be tempting, because Dave relates that he heard wild yowling from the dining room. Cleo had pulled the cauliflower on to the floor and was in the process of defending it from Oka, our German Shepherd Dog (who weighs 95 lbs to her 5 lbs).
Ferocious little beastie, she is. Either that, or the the cauliflower was growing close enough to the catnip to have absorbed whatever creates kitty-endorphins. sartorias
, we'll be harvesting all week, so will save some for you!