I can't say I saw this coming. Jada told me a few weeks back that she liked cauliflower, and that I ought to buy it. We've served it to her two or three times since - steamed, with sesame oil, olive oil, and salt - and she's scarfed it down. It is still a little dissonant for me, the little girl who literally couldn't stomach vegetables, actually taking a shine to something like cauliflower. I'm trying not to overthink this.