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And then the other week, with the beginning of spring, I got all inspired and excited about growing them. Along with a renewed interest in getting 30 minutes of exercise a day and eating healthily... oh and keeping the house tidy, never shouting at the monkeys, watching less telly... I kinda make all my new year's resolutions at the start of spring. Doesn't last long.
Anyway, I got myself a jar and popped in a couple of tablespoons of seeds, let them soak overnight and the next day started my twice daily vigil of rinsing and draining. I also tried to inspire the little monkeys to get excited by them.
"Oh sprouts. I'm sure you love sprouts". I told them.
"And look they will grow right in this jar in a matter of days".
"And then we can have them in sandwiches. And salads."
The monkeys glanced my way and nodded. And then proceeded to show not the slightest bit of interest in those growing sprouts for the entire week.
By about day five, my sprouts had all sprouted and were filling the jar. So that morning I chirpily thrust the jar under the little monkeys' noses hoping they would oooh and aaah at the wonder of nature. But they grunted. And when I suggested that I put some sprouts in their sandwiches that day for lunch they both politely declined.
So I decided that I should probably start eating those sprouts instead. But the idea of munching on a sprout did not make my mouth water. In fact I could think of nothing I would prefer to eat less than a bunch of sprouts. But sprouts are sooooo healthy I reminded myself. And I had grown them and no-one else was going to eat them so surely I could think of something tasty to do? But when I opened the jar and looked closely, I discovered spores of mould growing all over the place. I think I had too many sprout seeds in too small a jar and there hadn't been enough air circulating.
So with a sneaky feeling of relief, I chucked the lot to the chooks. Who went completely crazy with excitement.
Sprouts make good chook food.