I like brussels sprouts, and I especially like them fresh-cut from the stems, which is typically only easy to achieve when they’re shipped in around the special November and December holidays. Like now.
Despite his huge garden, Dad never grew brussels sprouts. Or cabbage. Or potatoes. The latter two, we did eat, and I think Dad didn’t grow them because they were cheap in the stores and tasted good enough (his judgment). Brussels sprouts…don’t know why, but combined with the fact that Mom never served them, I’d say neither of them liked them. My hypothesis: they weren’t sprout people. Or cauliflower people. Broccoli, however: yup; that was in the garden, and we ate plenty of it.