Sometimes I enter the grocery store on a mad mission for Brussels sprouts (which is totally normal).
Sometimes I buy the pre-bagged sprouts. I like to think I’m getting a bargain by getting a “free” plastic baggie. (Take that, grocer!)
Sometimes I can’t really tell the difference between 1/2 pound and 2 1/2 pounds.
Sometimes I don’t actually look at the price per pound of Brussels sprouts. (Sprouts are my vice… go ahead and tax me…I’ll still buy them!)
Sometimes I wind up spending 0ver $9 on sprouts. (Oof!)
Sometimes I justify this by telling myself that Brussels sprouts are the prime rib of veggies. (Only $9?! Practically a steal!)
Sometimes I justify this by telling myself that over $9 of sprouts will last me more than a day.
Sometimes I eat almost all the sprouts on the pan and think, “that’s not even worth the effort of getting a container for the leftovers.”
Sometimes I eat those “leftovers.” I call them “dessert.”
Sometimes I eat over $9 of Brussels sprouts by myself. I call it a “serving.”
Sometimes I think my body is made up of 50% coffee and 50% Brussels sprouts.
Sometimes I get concerned about this.
Other times, I just think “wow. how cool is that?!”