Mental struggle.
Not gastrointestinal struggle.
Do I or do I not do jazzy sprouts?
I think it's probably a metaphor.
Please do NOT give me a recipe for your fabulous jazzy sprout recipe. It will only make it worse.
I would like someone to say they slaved away doing jazzy sprouts for years and years and years then one year thought 'fuck you fancy fucking sprouts' and went back to just plain old sprouts, and Christmas didn't become sad and grey and hollow for it.