Someone's not a supertaster.

Because they taste like ass and smell worse?

Overcooked, sure. Smell like sulfur. Most cabbages taste/smell quite noxious when overcooked.

Cooked correctly, they are almost odorless unless you put them right under your nose (at which point they have a kind of nutty smell that reminds me of other cabbages. I quite like it.) and they taste a little nutty and a litttle bitter in a way I quite like.

I guess i could see not liking them, too. So whatevs. But I don't think they taste bad enough to be the Most Hated Vegetable.

I was talking to a friend last week about what we regretted about our forties. We agreed that we missed perky breasts. (I always thought non-perky breasts were only for the childbearing women, but I was wrong.)

So, bitches? FLAUNT 'EM WHILE YOU GOT 'EM. Wear a tube top today! If not for yourselves, for me!

Thank you.

I like brussel sprouts roasted in the oven.

But I don't think they taste bad enough to be the Most Hated Vegetable.

Try being forcefed them every Sunday at your grandparents growing up. There's years of resentment going in to them being my Most Hated Vegetable. Actually, it wasn't even forcefeeding, because I was polite enough not to make a scene. I just swallowed them more or less whole.

It's the bitterness I can't take, I think. Same with cabbage and broccoli.

I went to the reunion. Pictures will be up soonish, including a shot of my best friend and....Jared the Subway guy. I had no idea he was a classmate of mine, but apparently so. It was a very odd evening.

It's the bitterness I can't take, I think. Same with cabbage and broccoli.

Reasonable, then. I guess cabbage and broccoli don't really have the greatest love amongst kids either, but still, I've never heard them complained about in pop culture to the extent of brussels sprouts.

I like all three.

Also, pan-fried salmon, which I had with the sprouts. So full now. Yum.

Babies are harder than work or school. Sure, they're also cuter, but man, I miss the routine of 40 hours behind a desk.

You ain't missing much, honestly. The only difference between Annabel and work for me is that I don't have to change anyone's diaper at work. Oh, and when Annabel procrastinates yet again on turning in sections for the re-accreditation document, I'm OK with that, because she's 18 months old and can't read or write or tell me things like "I thought I was going to have time, but then I spent three hours (answering my e-mail||going to meetings||drinking coffee)."

But then, it might be that Annabel is self-entertaining. The church nursery workers commented on that this morning -- she's eternally self-entertaining.

Pictures will be up soonish, including a shot of my best friend and....Jared the Subway guy

You're from Indiana? Did I know that?

We have another Hoosier in the house? dw, where are you from?