The first time I ever had Brussels sprouts was when I was 14 years old and only because I asked for them. Yes, dear reader, I asked for it! Seriously, I wanted to know what all the hubbub was about. Brussel sprouts live in a world of infamy and are one of the most maligned veggies that I know of, next to broccoli, of course. Incidentally, I really like broccoli. To me, it is best raw but covered in cheese, it is great too. There is not much that can’t be made better with cheese. If it is a universal truth that Brussel sprouts are so bad that everyone hates this plant, why was it still readily available at every grocery store? Something didn’t add up.
Along with Brussel sprouts and liver, there were many foods that never graced the dinner table at my house growing up, mainly because my parents didn’t like them and had been forced as children to eat them on a regular basis. I cannot attest to how my grandparents cooked and served brussel sprouts but it must not have been in a very imaginative or cheese covered way. When my mom made the specially requested brussel sprouts when I was 14, she bought a pack of frozen sprouts and microwaved them whole, which is basically like boiling them. Even after that very casual and lackadaisical treatment, I didn’t hate them. We also never ate them again.
Fast forward to a year ago and my dear, sweet sister-in-law, Kate (who has also been my dearest friend since we were 11) brought Creamed Brussel Sprouts with Mushrooms and Bacon to Thanksgiving Dinner and it was great. (It did stink to high heavens, however.) Incidentally, my kids loved it too and it has sparked a love of the veggie in them that my husband finds aberrant. One of his theories on why they like it has to do with body snatchers but the simple truth is that when cooked well, they are really good. I typically wash, then quarter them and roast them in the oven with evoo, salt, pepper and parmesan cheese.
When Lydia and I were shopping in Sprouts today, she begged for Brussel sprouts with dinner tonight. When I say begged, I mean jumping up and down and saying, “Please, please, please, Mommy!” Guess what we had with dinner tonight!
What is your favorite brussel sprout recipe?