...while walking down the aisle of BiLo. I always thought that Brussel Sprouts grew like, well how they look, baby cabbages. Or inside these little net baggies, as seen above.
Instead, I find out they grow on stalks. Who knew. My vision of little people farming the land with tiny hoes and tending miniature rows of these little green delights is now officially blown. I'm going home to drink a beer and sulk for a while.
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My neighbor showed me that this summer. I refused to believe it, so I rained blows down on him and pulled up all the plants.
...Now I gotta come find you.
What? You don't decorate a Brussel Sprouts Tree every year as the celebratory symbol for Boxing Day? Man, I don't even know you anymore.
I'll take my chances with Kyle just to know he's still alive and well. "Where have you been?" asked the Raven.
Suffering from sobriety and "burn out". Thanks for asking though!
I'm sure I'll be back soon. The holidays always bring reason to blog.
Who knew? I thought they grew on trees like avacados.
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