Washing broccoli with just water is wrong: This is the correct way.

Ouadie Rhabbouron

4. Soak

Place the broccoli in the mixture and let it soak for 5–10 minutes.

Why does this method work?
Flour acts like a magnet, trapping dirt, insect eggs, and residues
Salt helps drive out insects and has a mild antibacterial effect
Baking soda helps remove pesticide residues

Together, they create a much more effective cleaning process than water alone.

Final rinse

After soaking:

Gently move the broccoli around
Rinse it under running water

You’ll notice it looks cleaner, fresher, and brighter green.

Don’t throw away the stem

Many people discard the stem, but it is completely edible and nutritious.

How to prepare it:
Peel off the tough outer layer
Cut it into small pieces
Use it in stir-fries, soups, or side dishes

It has a mild, slightly sweet flavor and a crunchy texture.

Recipe 1: Baked Broccoli with Eggs and Cheese

Ingredients:

Cleaned broccoli
3 eggs
Black pepper
2–4 tablespoons of yogurt or cream
50 g grated cheese
Oil

Instructions:

Boil water and add a little oil
Cook the broccoli for 1–2 minutes
Place it on an oiled baking tray
Mix the eggs, pepper, and yogurt
Pour over the broccoli
Add the cheese
Bake at 180°C (350°F) for 20–25 minutes

Result: a creamy, soft, and flavorful dish.

Recipe 2: Steamed Broccoli with Eggs (Soft Texture)

Ingredients:

Chopped broccoli
Diced carrots
3 eggs
Warm water (same amount as the eggs)
Salt

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