Thanks Steve. I perhaps should have realized that.

Mom, a very good cook in most respects and excellent at baking, always fixes brussels sprouts with turkey and other winter holiday meals, and I have always hated them and the smell of them. Steamed in the oven in too much oil, and mushy. Can mash them with a fork. Daddy loved them like that, and daddies rule.   So I have never fixed them.

Last winter at a clinic pot luck some one brought tender-crisp roasted brussels sprouts, carrots and onions, very lightly dressed with prepared mustard and just a little olive oil. As she was right behind me in the buffet line I took a small spoonful to be polite. Then she sat right across the table from me, so I had to take a bite. Was focusing on being sure to not wrinkle my nose or worse, gag.

Yum! I went back for a larger second serving.