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.) :)
-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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