I really think there's something to the power of suggestion when you're growing up as a child and surrounded by ewws and yucks. I don't think brussel sprouts were ubiquitous in my neighborhood, so I don't remember anyone ever being all "Ew! You eat brussel sprouts?! You have sprout kooties!" I just remember being laughed at for bringing tilapia and dried seaweed to school.
Ergo, I never understood TV shows when they portrayed children absolutely mortified of these little fellas. I'm still mortified of ketchup. Can I get a televised amen?!
No? Egh.
No? Egh.
I simmered the sprouts in chicken broth and tossed them with grilled onions and bacon. The combinations worked!
For Tom's birthday, I decided to make him some roasted banana brownies.
For Tom's birthday, I decided to make him some roasted banana brownies.
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