Peggy’s prompt—brussels sprouts

Peggy’s prompt—brussels sprouts—15 minutes




Brussels sprouts. One of the very few foods that I still truly detest. Although as a kid there was a very long list of foods I wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t even taste, as I’ve gotten older, grown up, taste buds died off, whatever, I’ve gotten so that I can eat most anything, and will eat many things. But brussels sprouts? Nien. Un-uh. People tell me that I’ve just never had brussels sprouts cooked really well. Could be. I’ve even had recipes thrust on me with the admonition “you must try this. It’s delicious. Even to people who say they hate brussels sprouts.” Sorry, but I’m too old, my cancer is too advanced, my tolerance for advice so shot, that I don’t give a shit about learning to like brussels sprouts. I intend to die detesting brussel sprouts. And I’m OK with that. After all, no brussels sprout will be offended by my dislike, no part of the earth will be harmed further by the carbon blueprint made by the growing of brussels sprouts just for me. I don’t think my psyche is out of whack because of a dislike of brussel ssprouts, but if it is, I’m prepared to live with that. Listen, just because SOMEONE likes brussels sprouts doesn’t mean I have to. I like fried bluefish roe, do you? I rest my case.