“I know you’re 37” beamed my daughters’ (please note, very suave) teacher when I went to her school the other day. (Bloody…really you do?)
At a recent Blood Donation Camp in my daughters’ school all the students were given a briefing on the importance of donating blood, who all can and should donate. When told that the minimum age for donating blood was 18, my 7 year old very confidently volunteered, “Oh my mother can donate blood (perhaps twice) she is 37.”
At home she insisted her Dad to volunteer also (it was taken for granted that Mum would be going). However, when she saw blood draining (pun intended) from Dad’s face at the mere sound of it, she politely withdrew.
Under duress from the 7 year old, the 37 year old turned up at the school premises. The sight was energizing and invigorating. The organization, method and execution were commendable. The fervor with which the volunteers were pouring in was contagious. And so I decided to be one of them and quickly finished the preliminary requirements. Only to be told later that I could not donate blood because my haemoglobin was low (old age problems, I suppose). I insisted, they refused, I begged, they ignored, I cried and they almost threw me out.
Dejected, I landed at the grocer to buy dark green huddled together florets of broccoli. One of my favorite vegetables, high in Vitamin A and C, and a substantial source of iron. Cultivated in Europe about 2000 years ago, it belongs to the cabbage family and takes its name from the Italian word “broccolo” which is the flowering top of the cabbage plant.
Got some pantry ingredients and decided to put together Broccoli Cheese Cups. Steamed broccoli florets are dressed suavely with olive oil, seasoned with some salt and several grinds of pepper, combined with an egg, a dollop of cream cheese and thick yellow strands of grated cheddar cheese, these little mounds are incredible. Versatile and healthy, they can be prepared ahead and is an ideal lunch for 7 years olds and their low-on-iron mums. Can also be served for breakfast or as an impressive tea accompaniment, or even as a side with English style Chicken Roast.
Did I mention that Dad is still in hiding under the fear of donating blood and Mum is consuming large amounts of broccoli to qualify for next year’s donation camp and perhaps have a go at suaveness? What say?