Sally shared an idea with me this morning.
It was a recipe from a magazine she was reading and she wondered if I was interested in taking it to a Super Bowl party tomorrow.
The appetizer is called Brussels Sprouts Nachos with Pickled Chiles.
I had to tell her this story and politely ask for another choice.
When we were kids back in the old days, we had such a disdain for Brussels Sprouts that we’d slyly slip them under the dinner table for the dogs.
One day later when Sheba died of complications from intestinal distress…I figured a lifetime ban was in order.