Ode to the cauliflower

After a long hiatus, the cauliflower made an appearance on my dinner plate today, in the form of small overcooked florets (in true Indian style). As I ruminated on them, a strange (and borderline disturbing - considering I am a woman myself) analogy popped into my head. If vegetables were women and I was objectifying them, the the potato would symbolize a blond bimbo. The cauliflower on the other hand would be beauty with brains, a true woman of substance!