What happens when your mother raises you wrong

[concorde]

So, I've been out drinking, and lo! it's the middle of the night. I come home with the munchies and reach for... brussel sprouts.

*headdesk*

They're really, really good, tho. God, I love sprouts.

(For the record, Mum never fed us sprouts or spinach; I acquired that taste in England. She raised us on salads. Yum.)