In the depths of my bowl of sugar snap peas once frozen, there is a lone broccoli tree. Drenched in pea juice at the bottom of my bowl, surrounded by bitten shrimp tails and little green balls that have so cleverly escaped the pod.
Where is it's origins? Why is it here?
It looks dirty. All green and stalky in appearance. It's the misfit. Has it made friends with fellow peas? Do they resent it? Did they bring it into their pea world with open pod flaps?
Was it inconveniently stuck in the conveyor belt when factory orders called for a shift change to pea processing? They lived together. Were frozen together. It was just looking for better weather. In my microwave.
I am the broccoli.
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