It’s been 14 days since I’ve been in self quarantine for the COVID-19 (corona virus) global pandemic (both Chad and I are healthy, but there is a stay inside order for Indiana currently).
Anyway, I think my brain is really starting to go. Like, I’m getting a bit worried.
Because the other day as I was eating dinner, I looked at the package of vegetables I was eating and couldn’t believe my eyes.
I have been enjoying this vegetable all my life. It’s my favorite and my favorite way to prepare them is to put them in the oven with olive oil and salt and bake them for 25-30 minutes at 250 degrees until the outside is crunchy.
But it turns out I’ve been mispronouncing this vegetable my entire life.
Turns out it’s Brussels Sprouts NOT Brussel Sprouts.
I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised. I sort of have a history of mispronouncing and misremembering things.
Like, I legitimately didn’t pronounce the elephant puppet from Sesame Street correctly till I was in high school. And I only found out about it because someone took pity on me, took me aside and told me the correct way to say it.
It’s Snuffleupagus NOT Snuppleupagas.
And don’t even get me started on how I sang, “Jesus Loves Me” wrong for like 10 years, even as a church kid, until my sister called me out and corrected me.
So I guess in a way I should have expected this.
But it was definitely still jarring.
Am I the last person to notice this?