Originally Posted by Rumpelteazer
Brussels sprouts my father made.
He made it once when my mother was away. My sister and I tasted it before my father did and asked him if we really had to eat them. He told us we had, until he put one in his mouth. He was the first of us three to reach the bin. He overcooked them and the inside was all mushy and yuk.
He's the best pancake and omellete maker, but never ever Brussels sprouts again!
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