I grew up thinking that Brussels sprouts must have committed a personal offense against my father, as he forbade my mother from ever bringing them near our kitchen. Years later, I found myself at a holiday luncheon in London, where I was told that Brussels sprouts were tantamount to an English Christmas dinner. I forced myself to taste one, out of good manners, and I was surprised to find that I absolutely LOVED them. Now that I'm stateside again, I cook them every year at Christmas as a tribute to my first introduction to these colorful little morsels. And, I've even managed to change my dad's opinion along the way. - The Internet Cooking Princess

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