I know what you’re thinking. Brussels sprouts? Disgusting. I used to feel that same exact way. I literally refused to eat them. Until a couple of years ago I had them smothered in blue cheese, and I thought “maybe these aren’t so bad.” So, I tried to make them at home by boiling them (ew), failed miserably (obviously), and swore them off.
However, I’ve since learned the key to brussels sprouts happiness. I have also since learned (like, today) that it is brusselS sprouts, not brussel sprouts.