Last evening when the man who loves me arrived at my place, he came bearing groceries, as he often does."Brussels sprouts? Would you like some brussels sprouts for dinner?" he asked. I laughed and asked him if that was a Valentine's Day thing because earlier I'd noticed that my chic neighborhood market had displayed brussels sprouts prominently and that there were people in line with wine and fancy cakes....and brussels sprouts.
"No," he said. "It's a Korean thing."
But still, it left me wondering. And remembering that, in France, "mon petit chou," is a term of endearment.
It translates to "my little cabbage." And isn't that what brussels sprouts are? Little cabbages?
If they're not a Valentine's tradition, perhaps they should become one, mon petit chou.
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Yay! Another French post! I can't wait until your next trip to France; I love you insights and the things you share!
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes, brussels sprouts should definitely be a Valentine's thing!
Ah your writing is so sublime, I love to read it and also the other blog Divorceville... what a talent you have.. and you are so pretty, dont know why the ex did make you his ex.. anyway you seem to have a man to love you, so thats a great thing... keep on blogging, I love all things French too, as my ancestors were french on my dad's side, but my knowledge of the language is not as good as it should be.. although my brother and his family live over there and speak bilingually... love to be able to too, but its only after a couple of wine glasses I feel strong enough to speak ha ha..
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh "mon petit chou" has been my favorite term of endearment for years. I love brussels sprouts. Some day i plan to travel there, bike around and pay homage to that delectable little vegetable.
ReplyDeleteBrussels sprouts are sweet and adorable. Like little white mushrooms, they bring out the maternal in me. Perhaps that's why "mon petit chou" is a term of endearment.
ReplyDeleteI also like to eat them.