When I was little I enjoyed them when they were small, but hated them when they were big. I hated them while I was in elementary and through my teenage years, BUT if my mum made a wonderful cheese sauce for them, I'd eat them all. Now I can manage to eat them without the sauce, but again they have to be small. I'd only see the cheese sauce though at Thankgiving and Christmas.
My brother used to hide his behind the stove when my mum wasn't looking.
I don't like the chesnut things with them. ICKY.
I wasn't sure what to pick so I picked the one where I'd eat a little if someone cooked some.
