Notice the broccoli in the yakisoba picture below.
It wouldn’t have been in there if the Little Red-haired Boy hadn’t wandered into the kitchen while I was prepping the meal and asked why there wasn’t any on the counter with the rest of the ingredients. When informed we didn’t have any, he countered with superior knowledge of refrigerator contents and locations. He was rewarded with a bowl that looked like this.
Good thing he told Auntie he didn’t like broccoli and she left it out of the pasta salad last night. Also a good thing that she didn’t know he likes cooked broccoli.
Especially in stir fry…