I can’t remember where I was the first time I tried Brussels sprouts, but I do remember the bitter flavour made even worse by the over-boiled texture. I was in my early twenties, and having grown up in Lebanon, Brussels sprouts were new to me. It certainly was not a culinary revelation. For many years, I avoided the vegetable, deterred by its sulphurous smell and the soggy memory of our first encounter.
But this is why forgiveness and second chances are so important.
When you've got a cold and you're feeling sick and miserable, or you feel the need for a super nourishing meal so you don't GET sick, what do you crave? For me, it's always chicken soup. Maybe it's something to do with my childhood, and mum making soup for us when we were sick... Chicken soup for me means love, nourishment and comfort. But it's not just psychological - it really IS medicine!