Brussels sprout: (n) a vegetable consisting of the small compact bud of a variety of cabbage.
I was thinking about tough jobs:
Being the promotion agent for O. J. Simpson.
How about this?
Social media guru for the Facebook page of Adolph Hitler.
The marketing representative for Brussels sprouts.
It is often described as a very small cabbage–not that cabbage has a great following itself. So being deemed a smaller rendition of an “also-planted” vegetable is not a “heady” proposition.
Brussels sprouts are fussy about being cooked. Some people like to keep them crisp and others, well-done. For those who like them kind of soggy, crisp is inedible. Likewise, the crispers choke on the “softies.”
Brussels sprouts also suffer under the dubious honor of being healthy. It would be a wonderful world if people were actually concerned about their health. Most people become interested in their well-being just about the time they grab their chest with a heart attack.
So it becomes an issue of taste. It’s gotta taste good. To accomplish that, we cover them in butter. Butter can make almost anything taste good, including snails.
But the problem is, when you put butter on Brussels sprouts, it’s like sending a choir boy to a maximum security prison to hang out. That which was good will certainly be tainted. The butter turns the Brussels sprouts into liquid death.
Do I like Brussels sprouts? Yes.
Would I serve them at a party? No.
Because deep in my soul, I really like people.