It's completely marvelous to lounge outside on the patio, admiring the vegetation, and then to eat it (the vegetation, not the patio) for lunch.
At some point it looks like Nature, pure and unsullied, and then you apply heat and liquid. And you get food.
It was actually an emergency meal, because the purple flowering broccoli is, ahem, flowering. The cauliflower was bursting apart into separate shoots, and now I know what they mean by cauliflower shoots: emergency.
The rest of the dish was backyard celery (I don't know how it has lasted so long, but we're almost on month 10 for it) and not-yet-mature onions, both sauteed in olive oil. We braised this natural, naive dish in a good splash of champagne with a squeeze of backyard Meyer lemon and several backyard seasonings (parsley, chive, sage, serrano pepper). Salt, of course.
The food part of my meal was a lot homelier than the precooked part.