I think I know what Digger’s going to do, and it’s how I normally try something I know I won’t like. I take a bite, chew it as fast as I can, then wash it down really fast.
I love sprouts. Or at least I think I do. I was force fed them every Christmas dinner, as is British tradition, and so it’s possible I’ve just rationalised the trauma by convincing myself I love them.
Is it possible to develop some sort of Stockholm syndrome for food? No, don’t answered that: I just searched and found Heavy/sandvich Team fortress 2 fanfic. Bloody rule Thirty four!
Right! You can do it, Digger! Think of it like getting part of a plant you can’t digest, only greasy, like (improperly cooked) sprouts*!
BunnyRock, you once again prove why reading the comments section here is well worth the time spent.
*I’m assuming brussels sprouts or boiled bean sprouts, or boiled any sort of sprout**, really, though Digger may have been talking about some sort of Australian sprout that was unpleasant-tasting without necessarily having been cooked.
** I always wondered why people sometimes think that boiling or steaming is the only way to prepare a vegetable that is too small to be chopped or sliced.
Sprouts are bad, but collard greens are even worse when you’re young, before you start to like bitter tastes. Just downright nasty, even in cheese.
Greens, black-eyed peas, and rice every New Year’s Eve AND New Year’s Day dinner. The greens are dollars, the peas pennies… I honestly forget what the rice represented… >.>;;; … The more you ate, the better off you were. It’s supposed to insure luck with money for the rest of the year, but all it ever insured was an extended trip to the bathroom the next day.
I used to hate sprouts, horrible pallid shar-tasting things! But then I had them the way they should be cooked – with chestnuts and maybe some bacon, and I’ve loved them ever since (as lon as they are cooked that way).
I never had Brussels Sprouts until I was an adult. Turns out that when they’re roasted, they’re actually delicious. Felt like an idiot for waiting so long to try something that turned out to be so good.
omg…what a moment for poor Digger……but I have to confess…I’m laughing my ass off here.
The art in the second panel has a very Maus feel to it.
Oh, boy. Digger’s gonna hurl, isn’t she? Herbivorous digestive tracts and raw livers don’t get along….
I think I know what Digger’s going to do, and it’s how I normally try something I know I won’t like. I take a bite, chew it as fast as I can, then wash it down really fast.
Even wombat children hate sprouts. 🙂
It reminds me of when I was little and my mum would try to get me to eat sheep brains
I love sprouts. Or at least I think I do. I was force fed them every Christmas dinner, as is British tradition, and so it’s possible I’ve just rationalised the trauma by convincing myself I love them.
Is it possible to develop some sort of Stockholm syndrome for food? No, don’t answered that: I just searched and found Heavy/sandvich Team fortress 2 fanfic. Bloody rule Thirty four!
Right! You can do it, Digger! Think of it like getting part of a plant you can’t digest, only greasy, like (improperly cooked) sprouts*!
BunnyRock, you once again prove why reading the comments section here is well worth the time spent.
*I’m assuming brussels sprouts or boiled bean sprouts, or boiled any sort of sprout**, really, though Digger may have been talking about some sort of Australian sprout that was unpleasant-tasting without necessarily having been cooked.
** I always wondered why people sometimes think that boiling or steaming is the only way to prepare a vegetable that is too small to be chopped or sliced.
Sprouts are bad, but collard greens are even worse when you’re young, before you start to like bitter tastes. Just downright nasty, even in cheese.
Greens, black-eyed peas, and rice every New Year’s Eve AND New Year’s Day dinner. The greens are dollars, the peas pennies… I honestly forget what the rice represented… >.>;;; … The more you ate, the better off you were. It’s supposed to insure luck with money for the rest of the year, but all it ever insured was an extended trip to the bathroom the next day.
I used to hate sprouts, horrible pallid shar-tasting things! But then I had them the way they should be cooked – with chestnuts and maybe some bacon, and I’ve loved them ever since (as lon as they are cooked that way).
I never had Brussels Sprouts until I was an adult. Turns out that when they’re roasted, they’re actually delicious. Felt like an idiot for waiting so long to try something that turned out to be so good.