Sunday dinner: boiled potatoes and sprouts.
I'd clear the good stuff and then be left with these, and so began the weekly battle of my mum and dad telling me to eat them before I could leave the table and me spooning minuscule amounts in to look like I was making an effort.
I just thought of this while I was eating some boiled potatoes that I had made, but I've never once eaten a sprout in my life.
The things even smell like farts when they're being cooked!