When I was young and eating dinner, I would wait till my Mum had left the room, then quickly roll up some broccoli in a couple of pieces of kitchen roll and stuff it far down into the bin.
Now it’s my go-to everyday green veg, goes in almost every meal, even on pizza.
I confessed my broccoli antics to my Mum a couple of years ago and she just laughed and said she always put three times as much as she wanted me to eat on the plate. When I would beg to be able to leave the table without quite finishing my plate, she would get to look like the kind and caring mother by letting me go, making me feel like she’d done me a favour, even though I’d eaten more than she wanted in the first place. Pure evil.