Ho hum. No introduction need be made to the humble brussels sprout. But come every fall and winter I eat so many of these little cruciferous vegetables, it is not uncommon for my skin turn a pale green color, and begin to flake off oddly in the shape of sprightly leaves. The brussels sprout is hardly some new genus, like the broccolini, and it is not some young thing, like the baby carrot, but this oldie is definitely a goody.
Come October, when the weather begins to cool, and it starts to get dark obscenely early, I begin to tote home parcels of sprouts from the market. And eat them I will, in a variety ways. Roasted, shredded, or steamed. With pancetta, or browned butter, doused in olive oil, and sprinkled with coarse salt. Mmm, yes, I love the brussels sprout. I eat [...]
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