MONDAY MEMOIR: FOR THE LOVE OF BRUSSELS SPROUTS

BRUSSELS SPROUTS

It was the week of Valentine’s Day, twenty years ago.  I was standing in the produce aisle, with my three young sons.  My middle son, Ted was sobbing… hysterically.  While, I was doing my best to comfort him, a stranger approached me.  She boldly chastised me “for making him cry”.  And then she demanded, “Just give him some candy!”  True, there was a bulk-bin of candy behind us.  However, I firmly told the stranger, it wasn’t candy that Ted wanted.

In fact, candy would have been cheaper.  Instead, Ted wanted fresh Brussels sprouts, in the middle of winter, for $8 a pound.  I had been explaining to Ted that we’d get frozen Brussels sprouts, when the lady had interrupted.  And when the lady tried to give Ted a piece of candy, he pushed her hand away.  Then Ted once again, very loudly professed his undying love for Brussels sprouts.  The lady’s face instantly flash-froze and she was speechless.  She had no other words of wisdom.  She simply turned and walked away.

 

2 thoughts on “MONDAY MEMOIR: FOR THE LOVE OF BRUSSELS SPROUTS

    1. Goodness, you’re making me blush. And honestly, I don’t feel like my writing is worthy of your compliment. But, I do know that family and life stories are always worthy! Sadly, family story telling seemed endangered to me. I was deeply troubled by the breakdown of extended and nuclear families, invasion of 24/7 technology, and what seemed to be a lack of listening. Fortunately, my boys had the answer. They taught me that story telling is still valued and needed. In fact, even more folks are now listening; all over the world. I just needed to open my eyes and see that the method and location had simply changed.

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