Dear B,
In about 13 years, you will be married to this guy and on a random Tuesday night you'll be struck with the urge to cook something healthy to take to work for your lunches. By then you will have the good sense to obey this urge because you will know it hardly ever happens to you.
So you will steam broccoli in chicken broth, and G will come into the kitchen and frown disapprovingly at you and this conversation will ensue:
G: Is that chicken juice?
B: Broth. It's broth.
G: I can think of few things to do to broccoli to make it even more disgusting than it is. But cooking it in chicken broth is one of them. Congratulations.
B: Wait a minute. You do realize it's not actually juice, though, right? Do you know how they make chicken broth.
G: I have no idea how they make it. Let's keep it that way.
:)
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