For the first time in my life, my mom asked me to contribute to Thanksgiving dinner. I also got to sit at the grown-ups table, which was nice, but I was secretly pleased that I still had a chocolate turkey waiting for me at my plate.
For 29 years I have heard my father lament the times he was forced to eat brussel sprouts as a child. To this day, he swears he hates them and will not eat them.
In addition to a dessert, my mom asked me to bring a vegetable.
Challenge accepted.
Not a fan of traditional Thanksgiving dishes, I poured over recipes using brussel sprouts in interesting ways. I brought my dish in its disassembled form, tossed it together just before dinner was ready, and made my dad try it before he knew what it was. HE LIKED IT!