|My vest was thrifted.|
I liked when my mom cooked it in quiche,
or broccoli chicken casserole.
I would also eat broccoli cooked
as a side vegetable.
|My purse was thrifted.|
My dad would put lemon juice on his broccoli.
|Left: Alice + Olivia Spring RTW 2013|
Right: Betsey Johnson Spring RTW 2013
My brother is the opposite of me.
He doesn't like vegetables.
|Chanel Spring RTW 2013|
Now I like to eat broccoli with rice,
on pizza, in pasta, or with rice wine vinegar.
|Journal my friend made, and gave me for Christmas|
I have never liked broccoli raw.
|My twin nieces and nephew|
I think of an airplane flight when I was sitting next to a woman from Texas,
but she no longer lived there.
|My art journal page from February 26, 2013|
She told me she knew she was home when she looked out the airplane window and saw that the trees looked like broccoli.
|photo by my guy|
Now I associate broccoli trees with Texas.
That's always stayed with me. Then I thought about when I felt like I was home.
When I looked out the airplane window and saw mountains.