Shall we put our brussel sprout war on the back burner while we drink our Martini's??
Of course, and done, dear WS (the greatest of love and peace to you!). Mine was quite tasty (how was yours?)... and I slept like a baby, too!
But, okay, now that the drinkin' (and courtesies) are over... BACK TO THE "holey" WAR!! BRUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! I'm about to pronounce 'geehod' on your Brussels hating gods butts! I'm putting out a call to ALL 'sprouts to UNITE against you and your horde! (And they'll do it, too, because I'm also gonna promise them everlasting and unending consummation (or is that consumé? Okay, bisque...) with 72 baby carrots* that are waiting for them in the Great Garden [called "the Farmer's Market" held every Thursday near my house]!!.
So, ready yourself, infidel, to meet your [Soup] Maker... uh, erm... [Casserole] Baker... okay, Sovereign Sous Chef!
MORE [BS] pieces... with LOTS 'o bacon... to you!
SA, on her own... and daydreamin' about dear Size's (peace to you!) soup recipe ('cause it's dang cold here, this morning. Sunny... but chilly!)
*Note, I meant real baby carrots and not dear Baby Sprout and/or Carrot, K?