Cara brought them for movie night (Murder on the Orient Express). Fresh, steamed, with butter and a little salt. They were quite good.
They tasted nothing at all like my memory the things my mother made me eat when I was 7 that I choked down, then ran to the bathroom and threw up and was never forced to eat again. So the jury is still out on, say, frozen brussels sprouts. But very fresh ones, treated well? For sure.
