I told Rii that I’d post this ABC tag on my blog, but then I found this enormous brussels sprout and realized that this was once in a lifetime blogworthy as only an enormous brussels sprout can be . . . .
So I’m making one of my favorite veggies last night, and I stumbled across what I thought must be the biggest brussels sprout ever and rushed to grab the camera to document this fantastic moment:
Some Sprout (I wanted this woven in a spider web, but you’d be surprised at how difficult that is to find. Or maybe you wouldn’t.)
The more eagle eyed among you will notice that this sprout has been cut in half, which means I just lied about rushing for the camera. What actually happened is that I stood there a bit nonplussed by this massive sprout and wondered how on earth I’d get it cooked through without boiling all the others to mush. You can imagine the tension, the anxiety. Then it occurred to me that I could just cut it in half. So I did. And only then, once my immediate problem was solved, did I think to share my discovery with all of you.
All by itself, that sprout, while impressive, just doesn’t shout “Some Sprout,” so I added a normal sized sprout for your comparing pleasure:
And that’s no mini sprout, either, it’s the normal size. But not the greatest shot, so I tried again:
Any sprout photographer worth her salt would never have placed this gem upon a printed napkin . . . but then, if I had a claim to fame, I don’t think it’d be my fabulous shots of veggies.
Obviously, I was quite pleased with my gi-normous brussels sprout and felt the need to phone either Ripleys or the Guinness people (records, not brew), thinking I’ve an award winner for sure.
But no, the biggest ever sprout award apparently goes to someone or other who in 1992 grew an 18+ pound brussels sprout, and some woman in Devon, UK (waving at Snuggles) grew this one last year :
Not sure we really need the kid holding up the normal sized one, as hers is big enough to appear big without a comparison pic (unlike mine). I mean it’s bigger than her kid’s head. Now that is some sprout. So I boiled mine and ate it.
Now I know that most people dislike brussels sprouts; after all, they really are an acquired taste. As a child, I was a rather picky eater and definitely wouldn’t go near them, so my mother decided to cover them with cheese. I loved cheese (still do), and to this day, I would eat pretty much any vile food if I could dip it in cheese fondue first (ooh, or chocolate, Tally). And so I developed a taste for gorgonzola cheese on brussels sprouts; it is so very good, the slightly sharp flavor of the cheese mutes that slightly foot-like smell of the sprouts (or maybe that foot thing is the cheese? Hard to tell, but it all cancels out.).
So how on earth do we get from our tiny little list of edible foods as children to our expansive buffet of possible choices as adults? As kids, some of us had diets which included worms and other such things found in gardens and woodlands, but we’d turn our noses straight up at a grilled steak or lobster tail. This got me thinking about foods and kids and developing tastes as we get older. I know when I was a child, I loathed the taste of coffee, but I can’t imagine a day without at least two cups now. I also disliked . . . well, almost everything except plain spaghetti or rice, well not plain, but with butter. I also liked cinnamon toast, cream of tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwiches, and baked potatoes. Oh, and brussels sprouts with gorgonzola cheese on top.