Why do you imagine that I suddenly love brussel sprouts?

I am not a fussy eater because of the taste or appearance of food. I mean, when I was in the service we learned “how to” eat scorpions, anteaters and black mambas for heaven’s sake. I limit foods that are full of fat, and are dense in carbs etc, but not because I do not like the taste. But something happened recently that I think is interesting. Since I was a little kid, I would have rather poked out my eyeballs than eat brussel sprouts. Recently, I cooked for some friends and for the sake of being different, I roasted up some brussel sprouts, made a nice sauce and served it up. I ate some. It was fabulous. Now, I cannot get enough of brussel sprouts. I have been cooking them almost every night, in every way that I can think of. What happened to me?