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22 Comments:
At 7:55 PM, Norma said…
looks like one of those fancy dinner plates from macy's
At 8:00 PM, Candy Rant said…
You know where I got those plates? At Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
Know how much they cost? 67 cents each in a sale bin.
Yep, they is fancy!
At 8:01 PM, Norma said…
when did you get fancified? was that before or after i caught you shopping at hallmark?
At 8:13 PM, Candy Rant said…
Um, excuse me. I think you mean shopLIFTING.
At 10:51 PM, Steve B said…
That you would ever even CONSIDER eating a brussel sprout leads me to consider you mentally unbalanced.
So traqic.
At 11:11 PM, Candy Rant said…
Dude, did Picasso snack on his paints? Did Michaelangelo snap off parts of his sculptures to eat?
The brussel sprouts are merely my MEDIUM, man.
At 12:37 PM, Citlali said…
A brussel sprout leaf, eh? Well, one never knows from whence art will spring... The Guggenheim would be so lucky. = ]
At 2:59 PM, Anonymous said…
I love brussel sprouts with butter and a little bit of pepper. I haven't had them in years!
At 3:11 PM, Candy Rant said…
Citlali...I think the Guggenheim's latest big "installation" was an actual crack in the floor. No lie. And people thought it was just an illusion and a couple of them fell into it.
My brussel sprout leaf is way safer.
At 3:11 PM, Candy Rant said…
Futuresis...If you fly to Feenix I will make you some.
At 5:14 PM, Steve B said…
Yeah, I'll bet you didn't inhale, either.
SOMEBODY cooked it. Let me guess. It was all for your ART?
I don't let those things in my house. They are evil incarnate. Hiss, hiss.
At 5:40 PM, Dana said…
I think they make lovely art.
That is all I am saying.
This time I mean it. :)
At 5:49 PM, Candy Rant said…
Steve, you're harshing my mellow, dude. I have to SUFFER for my art. Cooking them was like an initiation into my higher self. Or something.
Dana, I'm so glad you can appreciate such complex art. Poor Steve. He ain't go no kulcher.
At 7:19 PM, Domhan said…
MMMMMmmmmmBrussselllSproouuutttsssaaaruggghhhhh[slobber].
But only purchased fresh (on the stalk if possible!) then trimmed and par-boiled before being sautéed with crumpled bacon, onions, a bit of real butter, then glazed with some fine red wine vinegar.
If ya ain't enjoyed brussel sprouts that-a-way, then there's sumthin' wrong with ya!
B, B, & B: I need to go get me a cheese slicer. Thanks for reminding me.
At 7:22 PM, Domhan said…
whut the?
Something weird happened to my post--some stuff got deleted in transmission. I think the word "slobber" and something else about loving brussel sprouts was edited out.
At 7:23 PM, Candy Rant said…
Did you hear that, Steve B??? She not only EATS brussel sprouts, she makes 'em all gormay and shit.
I knew there'd be trouble when she got all fancy and started watching PBS.
At 7:24 PM, Candy Rant said…
"Slobber" is there! Are you drunk?
But what's B B & B? Is that code fer somethin?
At 7:33 PM, Domhan said…
Cripes. My browser must be FUBAR. I can't see "slobber."
B, B & B = Bed, Bath & Beyond. Kitchen trinket heaven.
At 7:38 PM, Domhan said…
Yeah, try watching PBS while drunk. There's some fun, I tell you what. You end up making up your own gor-may recipes!
At 8:14 PM, prairie biker said…
There is simply no humane way to prepare brussels sprouts that can excuse them for being what they are.
At 9:03 PM, Candy Rant said…
I didn't even recognize B B & B. How idiotic of me.
Domhan, you gotta get that browser looked at. It ain't right.
PB...THIS coming from a guy who regularly eats the relatives of Bambi???
At 5:45 PM, Steve B said…
I've been inspired to write some sort of grandly effusive dramatic epic lamenting all that is the Brussel Sprout.
A symptom of The Fall, I suppose. Kind of like nettles and skin cancer.
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