Would you look at this. I bought these Brussels sprouts at the farmers market on Wednesday just because they were still on the stalk. They are weird-looking, like something that might grow on Mars or Qo'noS.
I never had any idea, until I spied them on a table among the beets, turnips, parsnips and carrots, how Brussels sprouts grow, and I don’t suppose I ever thought about it.
If asked, I might have said they grow like tiny, little cabbages out of the ground, but wouldn’t that be silly and way too backbreaking to harvest to be worth the effort for a farmer. So the question I have now is how did I get to be this old without knowing something as common as how Brussels sprouts grow?
And of course that leads me to wonder how many other odd and remarkable things I’ve never learned in six-and-a-half decades. I’m not talking something as intricate as – oh, say, organ transplants. Just ordinary stuff like Brussels sprouts that one ought to know, or would be cool to know.
[At The Elder Storytellng Place today and tomorrow, Parts XXI and XXII of the serial fairy tale, Chandra and Her Georg.]