son was two years old when I first gave him a few Brussels
sprouts with our Sunday dinner roast of beef. I was
sure that he wouldn't like them, since most young children
don't. But he ate them quite readily, had some potatoes,
and then asked if he could have some more "olivers."
asked him what he meant and he told me quite matter
of factly that he wanted more olivers. I said that I
didn't know what he was talking about, so he got up
from his chair and pointed to the pan of Brussels sprouts
on the stove. I gave him more olivers and he continued
to enjoy them.
that day on, my mother and I referred to Brussels sprouts
as olivers, although we didn't know why. They are still
his favorite veggie forty years later. Just yesterday,
I googled Brussels sprouts by asking if they were ever
called olivers. To my amazement, I discovered that there
is a Brussels sprout known as an "oliver"
from California. It is an earlier, lighter coloured,
more tender variety than the usual.
mother was a cook by profession at the local Golf Club
and I worked in restaurants and bars for years. We had
never heard of this name before. A bit funny but very
odd, don't you think?
That's a wonderful story. Would you be surprised if
I suggested that it might be evidence of a past life
are welcome to use my story on your site and I do believe
this may be an indication of a past life.
Posted Sept. 22, 2007