My parents conned my brother into eating and liking brussel sprouts by calling them shrunken heads.
Of course, my mom believed for nearly 5 years that pimentos were lizard tongues.
It didn't work on me. Brussel sprouts taste like ass. Green olives suck. Fried okra is fried snot. Lima beans are mushy mealy yuck. I like spinache. Aspargus is of the gods. I still have pound to go. I will never have plastic surgery. I freak out at the burning.
I have a friend who can steam Brussel sprouts so that they come out crisp and slightly buttery. His are the only I'll ever eat, since in addition to tasting like ass, I submit that all the others that have been put in front of me also smell like ass.
My parents conned my brother into eating and liking brussel sprouts by calling them shrunken heads.
Heh. I bet she got that trick from the mother in Calvin and Hobbes. That's a famous early strip.
Shrimp are too enumerable. I never look at the chicken curry and think "way too few pieces of chicken." But the count of the wee shrimps is always too low. Because they're just sitting up and begging to be counted, whereas the chicken hides.
Oh, and I looked up "tsk" in the Britannica, and it's defined as a suction sound. Which is pretty much what the cc was spelling out, and I can't quite say t-s-k and still suck. Quite the opposite, really.
but Gus, white asparagus from Germany is sublime.
The thread title is very appropriate tonight.
My brother is 25. Or 26? I think it was just my family's warped humor. See: lizard tongues. We didn't discover C&H until well into my teens.
I can't actually make any english phonemes out of that suction sound, so I'm willing to accept tsk as what it's "called."
"tsk" is like the sound you make for a horse to giddyup, or if you want to get a dog's attention.