After weeks of mild winter, the cold has finally descended on London. In a cruel twist of fate, yesterday the zipper on my puffer coat also popped off. It was a not-so-subtle message from up above that I have perhaps overdone it a smidge with the Christmas feasting. I shook my fist at the sky, shivering. “I will not be deterred. Tonight, we feast on cauliflower cheese!”
Cauliflower cheese, or cauliflower gratin, as it’s more commonly known outside of the UK, has become a family favorite of ours. It’s basically a cheesy bechamel sauce, not unlike the one I make for my classic mac and cheese, except with cauliflower. That means it’s healthier right? Rrrrrright.