I dare you...

So here's the thing. I hate sprouts. I've hated them all my life. I haven't eaten one in over twenty years - since I was too old for my mum to make me. Today I went out for dinner with my mum, my brother and sister. We left spouses and children at home. It was lovely.
Apparently the sprouts were delicious - my family had no problems in eating my share because they've done that for years. They did, however, convince me to try one. Did I hate it? No - probably because it was fairly crunchy. Do I want to eat another one? The jury's out on that one - but I don't think I'll be putting them on for Christmas dinner just yet. Oh and the plus side was I got to pinch my brother's mushrooms - who says we're grown up?