This was the poor attempt that was my sprouts. They don't look like sprouts. They didn't taste like sprouts. Actually the only aspect they shared with regular sprouts were the smell. The sickly, vile smell that reminds me of them being on the table every Christmas. I didn't attempt to eat them as they weren't that atheistically pleasing and to be perfectly honest, I hate sprouts. However, contrary to the outcome, I did enjoy growing the sprouts. I'd never grown anything myself before and more than anything I actually felt proud and happy about what I was doing with my food. I really enjoy cooking and baking and I feel as though the process if half the fun. Whenever I create a meal or a dessert, it always tastes the sweeter knowing that I'd made it myself, that I'd took the time and compassion to create something from scratch. So growing the sprouts took this mentality to another level.
In the future I would 100% do this again. Just not with sprouts this time.....
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ReplyDeleteSome great writing - I like how you set up the contrast between your enjoyment of the task and the disdain for the product.
Each precis and the gems and thoughts also actually seem interesting to read, even though I've read too many of them on all the other blogs.
You need a proof-reading strategy - your writerly and polished phrasing is marred by frequent misspellings - "truely", "bur" and the hilarious one from this post "atheistically" instead of "aesthetically" (or "esthetically").
(had to delete the other posts because I was scared I'd misspelled a word.)