I'm a grown-up

Last night, for the first time in my adult life, I ate brussel sprouts.

Not only did I eat them, but I MADE them. What has gotten into me? I have never liked brussel sprouts, or so I thought. I can clearly remember as a child not getting to leave my dinner chair until I had two or three more bites of my brussel sprouts. And I can remember the 'ole "act like you're having a coughing fit and spit the food into your napkin and then run to the bathroom" trick. (As if that ever worked!) So, again I ask... what has gotten into me?

I guess I'm a grown-up now.

In recent years I have developed a love of cooking. And my new best cooking friend is a woman in France named Katie who has a website with complete dinner menus for a week. I absolutely love her site, and I have tried so many different things because of her. It just so happens that brussel sprouts were a side dish for one of the menus this week. So, ever the adventurer, I decided to give them a shot. I never considered the fact that brussel sprouts are little tiny cabbages, and I like cabbage. So at the dinner table, Jeremy and I both had sauteed brussel sprouts with shallots, and they were fantastic!

So here is my official declaration: brussel sprouts no longer make the "eww, gross!" list. For that matter, neither does asparagus, sweet potatoes, onions, or mustard (all things I strongly disliked as a kid). I'm going to leave liver on the list for now, until I actually try it as an adult.

It has taken 34 years, 9 months, and 7 days to realize that I really am a grown-up.