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This was a from a story from my childhood, I’m not sure if it was myself or one of my siblings who dropped peas through the hole in the floor, or maybe it was my dad’s story. Hm. I’ll have to ask.
Anyhow, a vase seemed more convenient, and since it’s such an absurd prop, I enjoyed bringing it out whenever I had a decent idea for it.
I have no strong feelings, myself, about brussel sprouts, all I know is my brother once tried to see how many he could fit into his mouth at once. Ah, the days.
Brussels Sprouts are the devil’s food. Only boiled okra (fried is okay), kale and broccoli are nearly as evil. Brussels Sprouts look and try to fool you into believing they are merely small cabbages; but evil exists within those small, green containers of the devil’s essence. ;-)
Bad Brussels sprouts are awful – woody and tasteless (except for the eau de sulfur compounds.) There oughta be a law.
But good Brussels sprouts are tender little baby cabbages with a soupcon of salt and a few drops of melted butter, tasty to eat and more fun to dismantle than an Oreo cookie.
Asked to choose what we cooked for dinner on her 10th birthday, the first thing our daughter said was “Brussels sprouts”
The corn-mealed and fried okra my Dad made was inedible (much like eggplant done likewise). My aunt (in Ft. Gibson OK) pickled some that was OK, and a friend showed me that eggplant Parmigiana could be transcendent. If Brussels sprouts are fresh and done carefully, they can be wonderful, but I’ve also had awful ones. It depends on the mess hall…