There's no way you can tell how old I am just by something I wrote on the internet. I'm so sure. Like no way! Plus I cannot possibly give my age away since I plan on selling it to the highest bidder. Ha!
I happened once again on this mighty thread devoted to the mighty sprout, which has inspired both hearty approbation and insidious odium from those with strong passions concerning vegetable choice. The coincidence is that I did have a substantial quantity of Brussels Sprouts with my lunch today. They were not among the royalty of recipes for this polarizing member of the plant world, as they were served from a steam table and were, to be charitable, a bit overcooked. In any case, I did manage to consume the lot, but without great relish as our cafe provides only the essentials: salt, pepper, mayonnaise, and sriracha sauce-- no relish.
I was blissfully ignorantly heading into what seemed like a great weekend, and then....and then I was blindsided by this sprout (that horrid vegetable) thread before I had a chance to hit the accelerator and speed by it. Gag me with a spoon! Okay, so there is a graph that shows "sprout' is showing up more in the written press, so I can only quote Mark Twain "There are only liars, damned liars, and statisticians." Speaking of Twain, I bet the reason Huckleberry Finn was really rafting down the Ol' Mississippi was to get as far way from brussel sprouts as possible. But back to the graph. I have a sneaking suspician that the blip in the graph is due soley to the several pages of press the lowly sprout has received in this thread, much like Bon Jovi's Living on a Sprout er, I mean, a Prayer got a boost from this performance (a good song by the way):
@Karen..."My husband refers to them as "filthy little cabbages". Maybe he is just being amorous. "Mon petit chou" (my little cabbage) is a term of great endearment in French..... Now this also implies that you are dirty....I'd best not go there.... but maybe it just lost something in translation :-)
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