Archive for August, 2015

D**m! Really?!?

Posted: 2015/08/04 in Uncategorized

In the oven 425 degrees for 22 minutes after receiving a coating of olive oil, salt, pepper, and whatever else is in Cavender’s Greek Seasoning.  Baked until just a bit crispy on the outside.

D**m! They taste pretty good!
and . . .
. . . Surprise! . . . they are Brussels Sprouts—the very vegetable that I grew up believing to be Epicurian Evil Incarnate!

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I suspect I learned to hate Brussels Sprouts because of my mother, who loved them but boiled them, a preparation that left the sprouts soft and slimy. And no amount of cheese sauce was enough to make them palatable. Soft, slimy B.S. is just wrong!

Lately, I’ve run across recipes for roasted Brussels Sprouts, so curiosity got the better of me and I bought some and baked some.

I ate my first Brussels Sprout in, maybe, 46 years, at 9:30pm EDT. And it tasted pretty good!
An adult, acquired taste, like a Martini, and not for everyone . . . but — not bad!

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The takeaway (or one of them) is that we are never too old to learn something new. We are never too old to change.  We are never too old to lose our prejudices / biases / bigotries / dislikes.

If I can eat a Brussels Sprout, then there is hope for humanity yet!