listen here bucko every time I go to prepare myself a delicious plate of the Big B the Lord Sprout commands I bow my head in silent prayer for 30 minutes to an hour, in which time my brain metamorphoses into a fist sized Brussels Sprout and the exact way in which I am to prepare the Holy Dish is softly whispered into my soul. so just watch what you say or we might have a problem that can't be solved with a keyboard, at least not a keyboard that isn't repeatedly coming into contact with your rapidly misshaping brainpan. RESPECT THE SPROUT
now see here, my great great grandfather ulysses s fluf fought and died for my right to pan fry my brussel sprouts no matter what the future internet people have to say. he didnt sacrifice his life dragging his dead horse over hill 42 in cambodia so your brussel sprouts could be cooked without carmelization and excess butter.
are those... not fried brussels sprouts?