There’s a story behind this; I always have a story.

I was traveling the country roads in the UK, living in a bus I’d transformed into a motorhome, and shopping in small villages. Most villages had a butcher shop, a bakery and a “green grocer” that sold locally-grown vegetables, eggs and a few oranges imported from the Canary Isles. It was my first introduction to only eating foods that were in season.

In the cruel month of January, I found their vegetable stocks depleted down to nothing but brussel sprouts. I hated brussel sprouts. My opinion had been formed in my elementary school cafeteria where they were boiled and covered in a glue-like white sauce. To me, they smelled bad and tasted worse.

So, I spent an afternoon in a book shop, browsing for some way to cook brussel sprouts that wouldn’t make me gag. I ended up buying “The Whole Food Cookbook” by Elizabeth Cornish. Her recipe (amended slightly): Continue reading →