Roasted Brussels Sprouts

One of my earliest food memories was at the dining room table by myself because I refused my Brussels sprouts. I forced one down then covered them in the garbage. I was trying to be smart, so I left a piece on the plate, let time pass, and was like, “I’m done!” My dad came in, looked at the plate then me, and immediately I realized I was in trouble. He knew. Butter was sliding off the side of the plate and suddenly I understood the man I was dealing with and that I’d never get anythi