Snow makes me crave soup. Not just any soup. Broccoli cheddar soup. Growing up this was the only way I liked broccoli. In rich, creamy, cheesey soup. Other kids wanted hot chocolate when they finished playing in the snow. I wanted broccoli soup! Continue reading

Brussels Sprouts

I did not grow up eating Brussels sprouts. My mother never cooked them. I have vague memories of them being a threat of sorts. Like if I did something wrong I’d have to eat Brussels sprouts. Which is silly because my mom would have had to cook them before she could force me to eat them and that wasn’t going to happen. Like I said, the memory is vague. I probably picked it up from a book somewhere. Continue reading