Ha Thompson, I enjoyed listening to that Dubliners' song. And the way they pronounce 'bewk' and 'hewk' is exactly how my mother spoke!

I'm interested about the genetic link with liking or not liking sprouts.
My husband had never in his life even seen a sprout until he came to UK. I've always encouraged him to eat green vegetables as a side dish to his fiery curries, and he loves sprouts, as do I.

He's amazed to learn that some people detest them (we've watched that Tesco advert) as he wolfs them down with much pleasure.
For our Christmas dinner tomorrow we have a large free-range chicken, a stalk of sprouts to pick and cook, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, spring greens, mashed and roast spuds, pigs in blankets and sage-and-onion stuffing.
And individual Christmas puddings with a tiny spot of brandy (Muslim, but 'the alcohol evaporates' :) ) and fresh double cream.
I think all this will be followed by a luxurious nap! Then the Queen's Christmas Message. Then another nap...
Then Oliver! and The Snowman and Mrs Brown's Boys.