Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Actually, I did have some in a bar in San Francisco not that long that had been fried and presented as a pre-dinner snack. I have to (reluctantly) that they were pretty good, in stark contrast to those presented by my mother that had been boiled in salty water to near disintegration.
Of course they’re terrible if you boil them to death. I buy the baby brussel sprouts, cook them just until they’re tender, then douse them in melted butter, and everyone in my family loves them. My daughter calls them “Barbie cabbages.”
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I agree.
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Tick tock! I’m not on it, and I never will be!
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Brussel sprouts don’t count. Nobody likes them and anyone who says otherwise is lying.
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Not true. I love them.
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Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Actually, I did have some in a bar in San Francisco not that long that had been fried and presented as a pre-dinner snack. I have to (reluctantly) that they were pretty good, in stark contrast to those presented by my mother that had been boiled in salty water to near disintegration.
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Of course they’re terrible if you boil them to death. I buy the baby brussel sprouts, cook them just until they’re tender, then douse them in melted butter, and everyone in my family loves them. My daughter calls them “Barbie cabbages.”
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To be brutally honest, my mother was a terrible cook.
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