Something Wicked This Way Sprouts
I’m not afraid to admit that I am an avowed brussels sprouts-hater. Harsh words, true, but spoken with sincerity.
My memory of sprouts stretches back to childhood. I can remember sitting at the table, nose mere inches away from the plate, staring in utter horror at its contents. On one side was the s’kat steak, a sort of generic version of Steak-Uumms, and I gazed upon it with love.
On the other side- brussels sprouts. They sat flaccidly, in a limp pool of grey-green disenchantment. I whined, cried, and begged for mercy, but The Parents were firm: you have to eat at least one!
With no other alternatives, I’d pick up a sprout with one hand, pinching my nose tightly closed with the other. Screwing my eyes closed, I popped in as much would fit, desperate to get it over with. It seemed a lifetime of chewing that disgusting, snotty texture around before it was small enough to go down my gullet. I immediately gasped for air, and grabbed my glass of milk, chugging for all I was worth.
Can you feel my pain?
So it was quite a bittersweet day when, in my very own kitchen, I found myself staring down a row of brussels sprouts once again.
You see, I kept running into brussels sprouts everywhere I turned. First, there was Molly rhapsodizing about them in her enticing and tempting way. Then, Stephen goes on a bonafide brussels sprouts rampage, tearing through six renditions in just under a couple weeks’ time.
Clearly, this was a matter that called for careful investigation.
I settled upon Stephen’s
Brusssels Sprouts with Pancetta, Garlic and Basil , certain that with the aid of a little pork, DucCat would be willing to test-drive the hated little cabbage.
As it turned out, it would probably be easier to get him to try tofu. “No way!” he laughed, and I dropped the matter for a short time.
Then, Molly busted out another paen to the sprout, and a new recipe: Hashed Brussels Sprouts with Poppy Seeds and Lemon. I had all the ingredients at hand, and more importantly, it looked like it would be easy enough to prepare for myself alone.
I couldn’t have been more right. With sprouts sliced and ready to go, they emerged steaming from the pan in a matter of mere minutes. Of course, one always must taste and adjust any recipe. I plucked out a slivered sprout, exhaled, and mentally mantra'd, "Fear is the mind-killer..."
Carefully, I placed it upon my tongue.
For a moment, I re-lived those old childhood fears. Then- utter joy washed over me.
The flavour gently unfolded itself, tender and sweet, with a hint of nuttiness. The proudly green sprout was bursting with fresh lemony flavours, pefectly enhanced by the wine and garlic. I swallowed in awe, and as Molly promised, the universe began opening up to me.
I immediately demanded that DucCat try a piece, and under protest, he did. Alas, the little rabbit hole didn’t open for him. Gagging slightly, he chased his portion with a hearty swig of wine. He even tried again at the table (cuz' that's the love he has for me), once they had cooled off just a bit, but no dice: DucCat is still a proud, card-carrying member of the Anti-Cruciferous Veggies Club. What can I say- the man doesn’t even like broccoli!
Me, on the other hand, I'm a swooning, happy convert. Vibrantly hashed sprouts, a baked potato and a perfectly grilled steak – truly, dining euphoria.
LONG LIVE THE SPROUT!!
This post is dedicated to Molly and Stephen for showing me The Way.
10 Comments:
Yay, welcome to the world of brussel sprouts fans :) I'm happy to hear you converted, but not as happy as I am to have found a new recipe. Thanks for sharin-they do look tasty!
i've also been a non-fan of brussel sprouts - but you might just convert me as well. it's about time i expand my sprout horizons - and these look great!
molly
Your sprout photo is adorable, all lined up on the cutting board. But the steak photo too - Yummmmmmm.
Hi s'kat! I have to say I have never been a big fan of Brussels sprouts either, but the one time I did enjoy them they were pulled apart into smaller pieces and sauteed I think. I'll bet I'd like them this way too!
P.S. beautiful photos!
Mona, you simply must try this!
And Molly, I'll say the same, but add that there's a beginning and an end to everything. Let this be the beginning of your sprout-love!
MeBeth, I'm lucky that DucCat makes such perfectly grilled specimens!
Thanks, Cathy!
Hmm... as an avowed brussel sprout hater since childhood I wonder if there is, too, help for me. I wonder if these new recipes I see might change my mind. Hey, just a little while ago you wouldn't see me pass any mushroom over my lips but now I am a little shocked at the goodness of chanterelles (at least in sauce) Sooooo... maybe brussel sprouts are next??
Well at least he's gotta LOVE the photos, esp the macros. WOW! Alanna
Yes, LONG LIVE THE SPROUT indeed! S'kat, I am thrilled and honored to have helped you welcome the sprout back into your life! That plate of sprouts and steak looks like heaven.
Long live the FRESH sprout.
Eternal hell fire to the FROZEN sprout which should be banned by the United Nations.
Long was I tortured by the metallic-tasting, soggy frozen sprout until I discovered the Fresh Sprout. I hadn't realized they were grown up to that point!
A Thanksgiving tradition at our house is the following:
Roast and peel a bunch of chestnuts.
Prepare and steam sprouts until tender but not overcooked.
Melt a little butter in a pan. Toss in chestnuts and sprouts. Mix to coat and heat through. Add a squeeze of fresh lemon for zing. Serve hot.
Sprouts have a nutty flavor that is complimented by the chestnuts. The lemon wakes up your taste buds in case they're asleep.
Bill
tdd, it's wonderful how one's palate continues to expand. Oh, no- that's my waistline!!
ak, thanks, and he did love my newfound enthusiasm for the lowly sprout!
Molly, that recipe is the best! Thanks again.
Bill- I'm noting now that frozen sprouts are perhaps not so good. You recipe, however, sounds quite the opposite!
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