Gourmandelle. Cauliflower sautee with garlic bread crumbs. I was, shall we say, a feisty little devil when I was very young.
I had about the temper control of a raging volcano. And, when I wanted my way, I really wanted my way. Rumor (which I shall neither confirm nor deny) has it that I would pull out all the stops in order to control the situation, including but not limited to: dumping jars of food or pitchers of juice on the floor, holding my breath until I passed out, and peeing my pants (yeah, I’m never ever going to live that one down). One particularly vivid memory has to do with cauliflower.
One of the dishes in my mother’s repertoire when I was growing up was a sort of baked cauliflower casserole with some cheese and some mushrooms and maybe some lemon juice or something of the sort. Vegan. Eat Yourself Skinny!