Saturday 5th November 2011
After a carnivorous couple of weeks I felt it was time to get back to my roots & make a pseudo-vegetarian meal.
“Jonathan…do you want brussels?” Mum used to shout from the kitchen.
“No thanks.” I’d shout back from the sofa.
“I’ll put a couple on your plate & if you don’t want them, don’t eat them.” She’d reply.
I used to hate brussels as a kid. Mum used to always put them on the plate & they would be returned to the kitchen without being touched.
She was pretty cool about the whole thing really. Never once forcing me to eat any of them. It was more of a subliminal approach I think. But it must have worked because I love them now.
Thankfully my son, Zephyrus, isn’t like me when I was a child & chomps down his baby cabbages with gusto.