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Ever since I was a kid, I was bombarded with negative brussel sprout propaganda. Hate speech on brussel sprouts, if you will. So much so that without ever trying it — I hated it.

My mom would try and coerce me on the dinner table to eat this leafy tiny boiled cabbage, and I would refuse. No matter the punishment, the brussel would never enter my mouth. I would sit for hours on the dinner table in a staring…