Back when I was in short trousers and dodging white dog poo on the pavement, vegetables were a simple and enjoyable affair. Cabbage, cauliflower, potatoes, spinach, sprouts, swedes.....even carrots. I'm sure there were more. I drew the line at broccoli however, and so did my mother. I still eat them all today but dose them with lots of pepper, butter and garlic. Then, a few years ago, something went terribly wrong. All kinds of strange stuff with unpronounceable names started appearing. They were all supposed to be terribly good for you and would stave off cancer and heart disease. The problem is that they have all the culinary appeal of gnawing on tree bark. Am I alone?