I’ve had a love-hate relationship with brussels sprouts for a long time.
I grew up thinking they were gross simply because every kid I knew hate them. (Did they actually ever try them, or did they hate them for the same reasons I did? The world will never know.) I really shouldn’t have let this influence my brussels sprouts opinion, because I loved a lot of veggies other kids hated…broccoli, squash, peas, asparagus.
Fast forward to my early paleo days, where I thought hey, I’m healthy now, I must love brussels sprouts. So I bought some to try. First bite, and I didn’t think they were so bad. Second bite? Bleh. Nope. Newsflash, self: being “healthy” does not mean you like all “healthy” foods.
So, I decided that I just mustn’t like little green bulbs, and didn’t buy them again.
Until, of course, I stumbled upon a recipe that totally changed my thoughts on brussels sprouts.