Opening the microwave while it's still stinking of broccoli is one of my less-preferred experiences. Funny: when my dad grew broccoli, back in N.I., I loved the stuff. He had purple-sprouting and white-sprouting, and I enjoyed the white the most. For the last 40-odd years all we see is green, and it tastes like shit.
Mind you, my mum used to cook it slowly until soft and toss it in butter. Probably makes a difference. I used to love green beans cooked slowly in butter with lardons, onions & garlic. Zapped in a microwave and plonked down on the table still screaming they're vile.