When in Brussels, or Elsewhere

When I was growing up my mom made Brussel sprouts now and then. (Nope, I didn’t grow up in Brussel—I grew up in Dallas, Texas.) Sitting around the dinner table and being expected to eat these cabbage-like oddities felt more like punishment than anything, but over time I developed a taste for them—I think if for nothing else because they offer such a different experience.

Even today I enjoy them now and then to break up the meal-time monotony. Laure (our caterer) prepares Brussel sprouts for us on occasion and there’s never any left over. (Our crew certainly likes to eat…maybe I’m working them too hard.)

I think Brussel sprouts simply don’t get enough well deserved attention. They’re really healthy when prepared right and they have great flavor. Admittedly, I’m a little weird–I like to dissect mine as I eat them. They’re just so interesting.

-Kyle