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Have you ever seen a canine beg for Brussels Sprouts?

My husband will not touch them. He likes cabbage. Cannot stand Brussels Sprouts. I don’t get it.

No big. More for me. And apparently Lilith as well.

I love ‘em roasted with some cracked pepper and whole roasted garlic cloves. My oven is out of commission at the moment, so I did a sauté with all those flavors. A lot of sprouts in fact. After a week away from the house in the evacuation, they needed to be used.

I did a Thai green curry for LJ, which he seemed to enjoy. I was savoring my sprouts when I felt a paw on my thigh. Lilith was sitting expectantly at my feet, paw on my thigh, staring right into my eyes. I smiled.

She licked her lips.

“Lilith, they’re veggies, you’re not gonna like them.”

She licked her lips again and then switched thighs. I have her one. She made short work of it and begged for more. Before I was finished, she’d had 5. When the bowl was empty she wanted to lick out the bowl.

Really? Brussels Sprouts? What’s next? A nice glass of Viognier?