I only get excited about cooking when life feels stress free. Otherwise, it's a drag. When there is a mile long to-do list, planning, shopping, chopping, cleaning up, etc...feels like an enormous chore. But yesterday, after a somewhat unexpected snow day and time to relax, I was ready to cook.
The menu: Pear and Spinach salad, Mini Meatball Soup, and roasted brussels sprouts (thanks, Two Pretzels, for recently pointing out the correct spelling). Yum, I can't wait for lunch so I can help myself to leftovers.
It was the first time I had ever cooked brussels sprouts. The verdict: I liked them roasted, drizzled with a little bit of olive oil, and sprinkled with salt. But here's the kicker - I didn't have to clean them. A woman from work gave me homegrown brussels sprout already washed and trimmed. I feel like I can't really judge these mini-cabbages until I experience the whole process, so I'm currently withholding my final thoughts. If you have some hints on the cleaning process of these little green gems, please share.
2 comments:
(I adore the title of this post.)
(And I'm glad you enjoyed your Brussels sprouts.)
Thanks for your note, Anna. I would love to come over for brussel sprouts some time. I have a feeling that your cooking days might be numbered. Where is that little guy anyway? One week away from introducing himself?
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