Poor, poor Brussels Sprout. For years and years, it seems that this disrespected little veggie was the Rodney Dangerfield of the side dish world. I can’t remember anyone speaking highly of them when I was a child. My parents didn’t like them, so I’d never tried them until I was an adult. I remember telling my husband, probably when he was still my boyfriend, that I’d never had a Brussels sprout. He looked at me like I had three heads, as it was some important, childhood rite of passage I’d skipped right over.
I suppose there are a few people who love brussels sprouts right from the start, but there are many more of us who've needed a bit more convincing to embrace these mini-cabbage shaped vegetables. I was a bit of a slow adapter myself when it came to brussels sprouts, but these days I love them. Apparently a lot of other food bloggers do too, because right now brussels sprouts are hot, hot, hot on the food blogs, with drool-worthy brussels sprouts recipes popping up every day.