Sprouts are a strange one for me. Fucking hate them, but I love my greens, especially green cabbage which is basically a big sprout. Nearly always have seconds if they are available.
I’ve tried them smothered in Gruyère, lardons and garlic (all of which I love) but can’t get past the fact that sprouts are in there. My spider senses can still detect them.
When my mum was young enough to cook for the whole family on Christmas Day she had to throw some frozen pees into the mix just so I had some green on my plate.
I think it substantively goes back to my childhood, where we ate very well, but I was forced by mum and dad to eat my sprouts when I simply didn’t like them and they made me gag, which I think was unfair as I wasn’t remotely a fussy eater as a kid.
I think every kid should be allowed one or two foodstuffs that they don’t like, and for that to be indulged, and I certainly didn’t replicate that approach with my own boy.
To this day, sprouts are the only non-esoteric foodstuff that I can’t abide.
