Someone local had a bumper crop of cauliflowers. I know this because it has taken us three days to eat the one in my fridge.
Shoppers being what they are these days, the farmer doesn’t bother to pick anything substandard for colour or leaf, but uses them up as a fodder crop. Which is why, driving home past his field today, I was unable to tell modest-sized ovids from monstrous brassicas. Their colour and hunch were identical.