2.05.2013

Trying something new.

So, there are certain truths from my childhood that are ironclad:

-Time playing outside is vastly superior to chores inside.

-Nothing makes time pass as quickly as a good story.

-Black raspberry soft serve is the Eighth Wonder of the World. Bonus points for sprinkles.

-Brussels sprouts are the culinary equivalent of licking someone else's burp.

That last truth? Shot all to hell this evening! Full disclosure - until I was well into my twenties, Brussels sprouts were a dish only 'enjoyed' at Thanksgiving, always steamed, eaten cold with a chaser of milk. (I can make myself gag just thinking about it.)

But in December, the lovely and talented KPW made a batch for a group dinner she hosted. And, not wanting to be rude, I plated exactly three of the bad boys and made sure my glass was full.

BUT!

They were DELICIOUS!

And I went back for seconds. (I may have also asked someone to take a picture to send to my skeptical mom...)

Tonight? I roasted a batch myself...and ate almost the whole dang thing.

Note to self: challenge assumptions.

(If you're interested, here's her recipe: halve the sprouts. marinate for 30 min in a solution - 2 parts olive oil, 1 part maple sugar. chop some bacon (raw) and sprinkle it on top. Roast in a 450-degree oven for 25-30 minutes. the marinade will burn if you pour it all onto the sheet, so it's worth it to drain 'em a bit.)

(I would've posted a picture, but I ate 'em all.) :)

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