Our landlord has been puzzled by our family. Having mostly dealt with single airmen and working, childless adults he had come to some conclusions about Americans. One of those was that we don't like veggies. At least, not much beyond french fries, spaghetti sauce and salsa. He was surprised when we processed all those apples. Amused when we gleaned the onions. So he began to drop by with other things, like the carrots and leeks.
During our last visit we were discussing some local markets and farm stands and he was asking if we ate celery, 'beetroot', and so on. Then he thought for a moment and asked if we liked sprouts. I said, "Oh yes, we LOVE them!" Then he puzzled me by saying, "Do you now? I have a stalk right over here." I was trying to imagine who travels with alfalfa sprouts when he returned with these, commonly known as just "sprouts."
Fair enough. We actually DO like those too. In fact they were incredible steamed and buttered. (even though I let them sit a bit too long in the conservatory and had to peel away a few bad leaves seen here) They were so sweet and tender and not the least bit bitter, as frozen sprouts tend to be. I am going to have to track down this farmer.