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If you show up
at my father’s house with a bagful of fresh brussels sprouts to be
cooked, he will howl and complain like a 3-year old confronted with liver and onions.
Such then, is the sweet satisfaction of seeing this dyed-in-the-wool
brussels sprouts avoider picking these roasted emerald jewels out of the
pan and munching on them like candy. Roasted brussels sprouts were my
sister
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