legendary...

double B, 'itchbags.
we ate it harder than ever...

that's B as in broccoli,

and B as in bread.

i mean,

what else would we be wild animal gnash-gnoshing with our teeth,

for the final family feast of memorial weekend together times?

c'mon.

the answer is broccoli bread.

it has to be.

every time.

the ever-lovin' luscious crusty broccolisciousness, y'all.

heroic.

monstrous.

bangin'.

it happened in full crusty wheat gluteous glory.

for some of us,

it was a whole new dietary experience,

for others,

the culmination of an always-important line of traditions.

SO good, kids.

times change,

sometimes for the better,

sometimes like a smoke-filled quebecois backdraft of sooty suckiness,

but that broccoli bread, duders?

always delicious,

always amazing;

never quiet, never soft....