brussel sprouts.

tonight, i made brussel sprouts, roasted in the oven and tossed with a makeshift lemon vinaigrette, as a side dish with dinner.  this was our conversation.  it just makes me smile. 

he speared a sprout and held it in the air.

john: what is this?

me: what do they taste like?

he takes a bite and chews it thoughtfully.

john: i don't really know.

me: (dramatic pause) it's a brussel sprout.

john: i don't like brussel sprouts.

me: when was the last time you had brussel sprouts? 

john: i haven't. i just don't like them.

he eats and goes into the kitchen for seconds, returning with with a pretty generous pile of sprouts.

me: i thought you didn't like brussel sprouts?

john: i don't.

me: (gasp) oh that's right.  okay.