I think I'm a clever forager, but it wouldn't have occurred to me to eat the blossoms that developed when the broccoli and cauliflower quit producing food and started trying to reproduce. I.e., make seeds. Have babies.
It all begins with some of the leftover vegetables bolting into fertility. We had harvested all the edible chunks, so these flowers came from dinky shoots, really, that we didn't even bother with. Nature's way.
However, Anna tells us that eating the flowers of your brassica can be delightful, provided you do your tactile homework first, and determine whether the stems are edible, too. (They're not. Too wooden.)
So you'd think I had saved these babies and whipped up a pretty salad, or a soup or quesadillas or, or, or...
Cranky removed the tired brassica from the yard the other day, and it didn't even cross my mind that I should have stripped the flowers off first.
Oh, well. The compost pile is happy.