God Bless my In-Laws for stocking our freezer with fresh, beautiful, Wild Salmon, not just once, but several times each year! Yesterday was one of those days, and tonight, we ate well! But that aside...this post isn't really about the Salmon, it's all about the side dish - the vegetable portion of our meal. Brussels Sprouts. Now, before you go running from the room..let me explain. These darned little things have been staring me in the face every time I've perused the produce section of our Co-op for the past 4 years. I've stopped on occasion, looked, even reached towards them...then veered right -- to get a fist full of Green Beans. I know Green Beans, we are good friends. There's a stigma attached to Brussels Sprouts, and I'm not sure where it came from exactly. For me, it has been gained from movies, or whatever...but I'll call myself on it... and chalk it up to a very sad case of ignorance, and food fear. Ouch! I'm 36 now dammit, and a self-proclaimed disciple of all things healthy eating, so what's up with this silliness I ask myself? So, Alas, this morning - I hit the brakes hard and fast in front of those darling little Brussels Sprouts...and bravely shoved handful after handful into the bag, and into my basket. And then I paid for them, and brought them home with me, afraid no more. |
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