For me it was a moment of pride. One fine morning I went to the terrace, plucked courage, ignored the feeling of loss, and pulled out the flower. Oh,, It was a sweet and sour moment , to hold it in the hand and smell the fresh flower. A unique feeling, in contrast to the strong smell of store bought ones .There was one added benefit too, There were no small green worms nestling anywhere. Thanks to chilli garlic sprays, neem sprays, and Panchagavya. The color too was white. The curd was well formed, but not too packed.
The usual routine of taking picture of the flower, showing off to family, Ooh.. aahaa.. and all that followed.
I was also mentally marking the rest of the flowers to my relatives. . The best was yet to come. Cooking the flower, in a simple way and eating it was the biggest satisfaction of all. I know I am gushing, but it is true, the taste was simply heavenly.. better that what I had tasted in Rajasthan, and Darjeeling.. .
I silently thanked the Public garden staff, and make a note to visit them often for more plants.
And after a few days, I shared the flower with my relatives and wow, I gave them a pleasant surprise. Another friend was kind of take by surprise when I showed off.
So it was all worth it. And that is why it is the The world’s best Cauliflower.