@kfield: ...at least according to the NYTs own analysis of the number of times the term has appeared in the publication...
Very interesting, but the increased number of times a term appears in a publication doesn't necessarily coerrolate to increased popularity -- it could be that more and more people are saying that they hate sprouts LOL
You will be tickled to hear that Brussells Sprouts have been gaining popularity in recent years (though inexpiicably not as much as Kale has) at least according to the NYTs own analysis of the number of times the term has appeared in the publication. Here is a chart from the article:
@SEAee - À chacun son goût (everyone to his own taste). I had my own pet hates when I was a kid but now I eat pretty much anything veggie-wise. My biggest hate was cooked tomatoes, and I'm still not too fond of them.
When I was a kid I was at boarding school and they served, in winter, a jug of soup. Everyone else loathed it but I loved it, so I just had soup for supper, and a bit of bread. To this day I love soup.
Your brother did not grow up to be Mr Bean by any chance? :-)
For awhile I was in the President's camp regarding broccoli but I have grown to like it. Sprouts, though, have to have a heavy dose of melted cheese and bacon bits. The recipes in this thread sound pretty good, so I might have to try them out. When I was a kid, we had vegetables with every meal, and we had to have a serving whether we liked them or not. And if you didn't finish your vegetables, then no desert! Desert was always good--ice cream, cobbler, cake, pie, so missing desert was a bad, bad thing. And if you missed your desert, another sibling might get to eat it, which really rubbed the salt in the wounds (though I capitalized on this myself more than once). There were several vegetables that I absolutely hated, that would stand as obstacles between me and desert. It was my older brother who taught the rest of us to wash the vegetables down with a glass of milk. But even this did not always stop the gag reflex, so I developed alternate methods like spreading vegetables hither and yon on my plate, and smashing a few, so it looked like I had dove into them in zest. However, it was my youngest sibling that outdid us all. One day, my Dad was repairing a brace on the dining room table that was missing a screw which held the brace to the table leg. He removed the leg from the table...and discovered inside the leg a stash of fossilized vegetables. It seems my little brother had been secretly taking the vegetables off his plate, and inserting them into the screw hole in the table leg. I could only wonder at such genius. :)
It's not an either-or situation. Diet and exercise work best. It is actually quite common for people engaged in exercise to overcompensate on the eating front. Likewise, diet without exercise leaves one flabby. 10 miles in a day? Eh, I walked 4.5 miles during my lunch break today.