When I was a little girl, I refused to eat vegetables.
(As an age appropriate adult woman, I should have realized that I’ve spelled brussels sprouts wrong in the graphic. Let’s embrace my mistake, and carry on despite my spelling error.)
It was all neutrals, or nothing at all; not a green, orange, or yellow vegetable in sight. I was raised in “a meat and potatoes household” - with the exception of my very Italian father who would delight in trying anything and regularly prepared more adventurous dishes solo.
As I’ve grown, I’ve followed in his footsteps in many ways - food being one of the most prominent of avenues. I love trying new dishes and new cuisines, combining flavors, and learning to prepare food to serve friends and family. In fact, if you had told little Kelliann that she would enjoy brussels sprouts when she got older, she probably would have cringed prior to sprinting in the opposite direction.