Brussels Sprouts Taste Like Feet

Ian and I are alike in that we both hate to see produce go to waste.  Even though the kitchen garden in now thoroughly frozen, today we harvested the last of our Brussels sprouts.  If enduring a frost is supposed to make the sprouts sweeter, then these are going to be like candy because they were frozen solid.

Ian cut down the plants with our Christmas tree saw and I dragged them back to the kitchen on Seamus' sled.

Liam and Grandma Cora assisted with plucking off the leaves and readying the sprouts for cooking and storage.

Liam was thrilled with how long the stalks were but was less enthused when Ian roasted up a bunch for tonight's supper and he realized that Brussels sprouts taste like stinky feet - even when you glaze them with wildflower honey.  I am not sure Liam and Seamus will be as on board with growing them next year after we work through the many, many bags of Brussels sprouts that are now in our freezer.  They were not what you would call a crowd-pleaser.