. . . forgetting you planted Brussels sprouts, and then finding them, as happened to me last night when I was picking greens for dinner. They're hard to grow here in my climate as it usually gets too hot too fast for them to mature, even after overwintering. But this is one of the lucky years, because there they are. The first time I saw Brussels sprouts on a stalk was a "transformational experience" for me. Here is the story , from when I was 23 years old in New York City.