Guess what.
I made you! Yep, I roasted you right up. Just drizzled you little dudes with olive oil, salt, pepper, and garlic, popped you in the oven and BAM. Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, salty like I like it- If I closed my eyes it was just like almost kind of half way not a whole lot like you were potato chips!
But seriously, you were good. And I was proud of myself. In fact, I was sure enough with my success that I took you with me when I met Brett for lunch. He loved you, too!!!! Success. Except for that when I opened the tupperware that housed you sweet things.
Brussels Sprouts--what happened?? Why did you have to smell so freakin' bad??? I mean, to be frank, you smell straight up nasty. Then when I walked by into my apartment, my whole place reeked of your odor. I lit candles. I cleaned. I went to work. I came home.
8 hours later.
It was like walking into a baby's diaper. WHAT THE HECK BRUSSELS SPROUTS??? Give it up. Why do you taste so good and yet smell so very bad??? For so very long??????
I'm not mad. I'm just VERY disappointed in your behavior.
Whatever. If you taste remotely like potato chips you know I will make you again tomorrow.
Loved this so much I may have to fling open my kitchen windows and try roasting those little boogers myself!
ReplyDeleteI wondered why there were candles in the kitchen. hehehe.
ReplyDeleteYour posts make me literally laugh out loud. In the room next to where you're sleeping.... it's like living with a celebrity (kind of).
You're the coolest!
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