So had another childhood memory when I saw this photo. Â My Grandfather hated Brussel Sprouts just like my sister and I.
When we would go for a meal of church on Sunday, there was one restaurant that always seemed to serve the damn vile things.
Being inventive my Grandfather would take the used creamer containers and sneak an individual sprout in each container and then put the cover back on to look like it had never been opened.
So you may want to check your coffee creamer carefully before pouring it in your coffee!