Nothing, in my view - there is absolutely nothing wrong with Brussels sprouts.
However, this afternoon, when I showed a bloke I know my new find, purple Brussels sprouts, he wrinkled up his nose.
Apparently, he hates all forms of Brussels sprout, regardless of their colour.
I tried to tell him how lovely they can be, and he told me his daughter said the same, but he wasn't budging.
"It might be the way my mother cooked them that put me off," he admitted eventually.
"How was that?" I asked.
"She boiled them till the saucepan went soft", he explained.
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