Ever since my parents sent me into the kitchen to eat my sprouts as a punishment, and I wretched at the taste and smell, I have refused to eat them. Rhubarb sauce will not tempt me to try them again, ever.
I like them both steamed and roasted. For me, it's just butter and salt.
I think they taste like cooked cabbage; I even consider them to be 'petite cabbages'.
For me, the detested punishment veggie is aubergine, what we call 'eggplant'. But even there, I had to relent once I discovered that baba ganooj is made with pureed roasted eggplant guts. I lurves me some baba ganooj, something fierce.