This may shock you... but I'm a bit stubborn. Yes, yes, I know. Use your hand to close your mouth. It's true. That's not to say that I'm uncompromising, but that I know my tastes and what I will and will not stand for. I've gotten more flexible in my old(er) age. When I was I don't know, let's say 8 or 9, my mom made beets for dinner. Ew. Ew. And more ew!! Things Jameil did not eat then and does not eat now: beets, turnips, liver, okra, rutabagas!! Those may be the nastiest of the nasties. There was likely more but in general I was a good eater. I tried all of them and knew for a FACT that I did not like them. Nasty on a plate if you ask me. No love in your mouth. (ooh uh oh oh uh oh no love, no loooove in ya mouth)
I've never had brussel sprouts because neither of my parents like them. Score there so I hear. I have only once heard a positive thing about a brussel sprouts. Back to that night many years ago, my sister and I ate everything on our plates but the beets. Mommy was not playing that night. She said, "You will sit at that table until you clean your plate." CHALLEEEEEEENGE!!
You know what the kid was thinking: I will sit at this table all night if I have to!! My sister was likely thinking some version of that but only lasted about 30 minutes. You know how long I lasted? 2 hours. So long that my mother finally told me to get up and leave the table. LOVE IT!!! That is one of the proudest moments of my childhood. Lol. What does that say about me?
At Sev.iche Stace and I instantly ruled out one preparation because it had beets in it. AAAANT! Wrong... WRONG! J-meezy is not down for the beets. Still. Keep it movin!