my brussel sprout theory
So I have this theory.
I've only tested it out on like 3 people, but, you know, that's enough for me to at least write a nonsense blog post about it.
Here it is.
If you mention that you love brussel sprouts to a woman (or man to be fair but I haven't tested that yet) of a specific generation, their eyes light up, they beam, and you are served brussel sprouts for the rest of your life.
Those tested qualified under the following parameters: Age range between 1936 - 1959; don't necessarily have to be a mother or father, but it certainly doesn't hurt if they are; typically have a strong desire/ability/love of cooking; and, finally, they've, most likely, seen the Ina Garten episode from long ago where she demonstrated a new way of preparing brussel sprouts.
I didn't realize I loved brussel sprouts until I was about 19 or 20 so I came to it a bit late like I did with sauerkraut, but, holy god, brussel sprouts are good.
Anyway, when my mother realized I loved them, she made them for dinner, for, at least, a year. When I mentioned to my aunt that I loved them, she proceeded to then prepare enough brussel sprouts to feed an army for the last 12 years. In fact, when I walk in the door of her home, she starts to roast a pan of brussel sprouts. My closest friend who is also a maternal figure in my life discovered my passion for the sprout and also proceeded to make them for the 3 months straight I was staying with her.
I think it has something to do with being forced to eat them when they were young and then turning their back on the sprout as adults. Then when confronted with someone who enjoys eating them, they can't help but harness their own familial experience into the preparation of it. The funny thing is that each of these women who stuff me with brussel sprouts do not enjoy them much themselves.
My mother bought a bag at Costco yesterday when I gave her my best plaintive, "I haven't had brussel sprouts in a long time." And immediately cooked them for dinner last night where she sternly informed me, "Plan on eating ALL of these up before Thursday. I need the fridge space."
If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen eating brussel sprouts.
All You Ever Wanted to Know About The Brussel Sprout
I've only tested it out on like 3 people, but, you know, that's enough for me to at least write a nonsense blog post about it.
Here it is.
If you mention that you love brussel sprouts to a woman (or man to be fair but I haven't tested that yet) of a specific generation, their eyes light up, they beam, and you are served brussel sprouts for the rest of your life.
Those tested qualified under the following parameters: Age range between 1936 - 1959; don't necessarily have to be a mother or father, but it certainly doesn't hurt if they are; typically have a strong desire/ability/love of cooking; and, finally, they've, most likely, seen the Ina Garten episode from long ago where she demonstrated a new way of preparing brussel sprouts.
I didn't realize I loved brussel sprouts until I was about 19 or 20 so I came to it a bit late like I did with sauerkraut, but, holy god, brussel sprouts are good.
Anyway, when my mother realized I loved them, she made them for dinner, for, at least, a year. When I mentioned to my aunt that I loved them, she proceeded to then prepare enough brussel sprouts to feed an army for the last 12 years. In fact, when I walk in the door of her home, she starts to roast a pan of brussel sprouts. My closest friend who is also a maternal figure in my life discovered my passion for the sprout and also proceeded to make them for the 3 months straight I was staying with her.
I think it has something to do with being forced to eat them when they were young and then turning their back on the sprout as adults. Then when confronted with someone who enjoys eating them, they can't help but harness their own familial experience into the preparation of it. The funny thing is that each of these women who stuff me with brussel sprouts do not enjoy them much themselves.
My mother bought a bag at Costco yesterday when I gave her my best plaintive, "I haven't had brussel sprouts in a long time." And immediately cooked them for dinner last night where she sternly informed me, "Plan on eating ALL of these up before Thursday. I need the fridge space."
If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen eating brussel sprouts.
All You Ever Wanted to Know About The Brussel Sprout
