Except when it comes to brussels sprouts. {p.s. did you know it is actually brussels sprouts? I had no idea there was an 's' on the end of brussels} Anyways, for years I refused to eat brussels sprouts. My mom attempted to make them once when I was a kid and the smell coming from the stove was so terrible, none of us even attempted to eat them.
After that, I wouldn't go near them. So imagine my shock when one night, my boyfriend (aka The James) served dinner with a side of brussels sprouts and I ate those little baby cabbages up like they were crack.



