Posted on 12/02/2016 5:00:10 PM PST by Lorianne
I am having trouble holding back the tears—I hate those nasty things.
I never tried Brussels sprouts until just a few years ago when my kids started fixing them. Split in half, lightly drizzled in olive oil, roasted in the oven or sauteed in a cast iron skillet. Yep, bacon is a must.
Yup, fried/roasted hard and quick in a fat of choice, pretty good. Afterwards put in bowl, crumble feta cheese over them: very good.
Freegards
I LOVE brussels sprouts! Especially fried in bacon grease with bacon mixed in.
The real skunk cabbage and Brussel sprouts have nothing in common. If you were ever near a real skunk cabbage, you would know how it got its name.
I happen to like Brussel sprouts, though I avoid getting near skunk cabbage for obvious reasons!
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Me either ! Worse than yucky ! I would actually start dry wretching while it was cooking !
Same here.
I wasn’t a particularly picky eater as a kid but couldn’t stomach liver and onions or lima beans, although I did go through a “I hate peas” phase, but I think it was those big mushy overly salty canned peas my mother used to buy. But I did and do love Brussels sprouts – called them “Baby Cabbages” as a kid. I also called broccoli “Baby Trees”. I liked and still like cabbage, especially stuffed cabbage.
My mother used to make liver and onions regularly because my dad like it and IIRC, it was cheap and for some reason (and no – I don’t think my mother really hated me) she would often serve it with lima beans or succotash. Ugg!
Fortunately, I had an older brother living at home at least until I was in the 3rd grade, when he got married and moved out, and he hated liver and onions as much as I did so when he got his license and his own car at 18, he’d tell my mom he wouldn’t be home for dinner, had to run some errands and would take me along, but what he did was take me out with him to McDonalds or his favorite local diner for dinner. : )
I do remember one time when my brother wasn’t around to rescue me and my mother insisted that I eat all the liver on my plate – she believed in and enforced “the clean plate club” and would also give me the “Children in China are starving” speech.
I had the first piece of liver in my mouth that I had chewed but refused to swallow. She made me sit at the dinner table alone for about an hour after she and my dad had finished eating and were in the living room watching the news on TV and I still had that first piece of liver in my mouth. And I still associate the sound of Walter Cronkite’s voice with liver and onions. : ), My dad finally took mercy on me and told me to spit it out but also told me I had to go to bed early.
As an adult, many years ago, after I got married, I thought I’d give fried liver and onions another try, I even bought fresh, not frozen calves’ liver at a local high end butcher shop, soaked it in milk, used some herbs in the flour for dredging - nope still hated it. I think it’s the texture more than the flavor that I hate as I will eat liverwurst or liver Pâté – OK but to be honest, not very often.
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