 The real story? The real story was my daughter wanted something to eat, and I was just grilling up a little lunch for her, and I had two hot dogs and some florets on the grill. Four florets. And everyone made this biggest deal out of it. No taste? Everybody. No taste? Till this day, they post it. Never forget my weak-ass barbecue, they say. Four broccoli florets. Yeah. Four of them.