Sprouts to shout about

I had nowhere to run.  N, with the help of B and S, made me eat sprouts tonight.  I was shamed into it.  B liked them too, but S pulled a face.  They weren’t anywhere near as bad as I remember.  They were just boiled, and they tasted like mild small cabbages.  Flush with success, N has been looking for new, “exciting”, recipes for sprouts.  Great (in a Fast Show Jazz Club way).