This one sure made me chuckle! I have never cared for bean sprouts, but I don't remember them ever showing up on our table when I was a child, either. We ate a lot of very plain and simple food, including fruits and vegetables we grew and preserved, and animals my dad raised and butchered. I have very unpleasant memories of trying to chew a bite of mutton until it became squishy enough to swallow. I eventually learned my dad didn't let it hang before he cut it up and put it into the freezer, so it was very tough. To this day I can't bear the smell of lamb cooking.