As a child I cried every time I ate Brussels Sprouts, I think it was the fact that I was forced to eat them, you know that, "you can't leave the table until you cleaned your plate" thing, and they were always the last thing on my plate. My mom prepared them simply by putting them into a pan with a little water, salt and pepper and sometimes she would put cheese over them, the cheese made them easier to eat. Over the years I have had Brussels Sprouts prepared several ways and I have acquired a taste for them. Sometimes it's the preparation of a food that makes the difference.
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Rose Martine says
"Simple recipe. Very tasty. The whole family loves it. Added pesto to one. Delish!