31 Days of Holiday Memories!!
HA! I bet you thought I wouldn’t bring up memories from Thanksgiving, did ya?!
That’s why I called this the 31 days of HOLIDAY memories.
Every year (at least when my uncle still came to Thanksgiving dinners) my uncle made brussel sprouts. He was the ONLY one who ate them and all he did to them was boil ’em.
They’d stink up the house for days and everyone hated brussel sprouts. My dad claims he likes them, but he’s a liar. Okay not a liar. He likes them when they’re cooked, not boiled.