For those of you that really know me will totally "get" what happened to me today. 
 The day started as any normal one.  I was feeling pretty on top of things.  Any Christmas related activities are just "gravy" at this point, or  so I thought.  I went down to check on the chicken girls as I came up with the eggs I glanced over at the garden.  It  was like that point in the movie where they screetch the record and all the sounds stops.  MY BROCCOLI  it was FROZEN!  Now-- this is the lovely heads of broccoli that I lovingly seeded back in August or so.. For a few minutes I did the denial thing.  My broccoli had lived through many a frost... but not last night.  I ponder my options.
A.  Pretend I never saw them.  Denial.
B.  Throw them to the chickens and pray that they decide to start liking broccoli.  (they will not eat it)
C.  Throw it off the boat dock.  Wait---- I did that once with old collards and they stunk to high heaven.  The water washed them back to shore.
D.  Put my big girl panties on, take the bull by the horns and do the right thing ----cook all that dag gum broccoli. 

As I am walking to the house with a few heads I start pondering recipes.  I can't even blanch and freeze them... HMMMM OK I decide on broccoli cheese soup. 

That folks is the dark side to gardening.   It is all fun and gourmet eating until you have to act like a farmer and actually "harvest"

I made 6 batches!!!!
Soup anyone??