Sprout Challenge

07th February 2015
Picture this:
Postponed Christmas dinner (in January) due to international jet set lifestyles.
Matilda's nearest and dearest gathered to honour the births of Jesus and Little Nell.
Granny, Jim and Dennis working their magic in the kitchen (Jim's culinary capabilities were a true and welcome surprise, what he can do with a roast potato...)

Anyway, back to the point of this post. It was all lovely and then Dennis asked the killer question:
"Who wants sprouts."
"Not me" I said.
"You have to have one."
"I don't want one."
"It's Christmas, you have to have one."
"I don't want one, they're mean, green and horrible."
"Just have one."

By now I'm having flashbacks to my childhood. My mum tried exactly the same thing. She managed to get a sprout on my plate, but that's where it stayed. I think they're quite fun to look at, I like them when you see them on their stems at posh markets, but I really don't want to eat sprouts.


So I, a little ashamed, took my sprout-free plate to the table and pretended not to feel inferior or inadequate in the grown up world of sprout eaters. Even Matilda had a sprout on her plate.

Then a funny thing happened. As people finished eating, I noticed there were sprouts left on their plates.

"You haven't eaten your sprouts Dennis." I pointed out politely (smugly).

"I don't really like them, I only bought them because it's Christmas."

At that point, everyone else (apart from Grandad Dickie) confessed to not really liking them either. Enter the Sprout Challenge. At this point the pictures probably speak for themselves:

Matilda just ignored the green offender completely and concentrated on the pigs in blankets and her non-alcoholic cocktail.

Grandad Dickie though, what a star, he not only ate his sprouts, he visibly enjoyed it.

You'll notice neither Jesus or Little Nell feature in the sprout challenge. Little Nell was having a nap, saving herself for the present giving in the afternoon, I'm not sure about JC.