I know brussels sprouts invoke shivers and revulsion for some. I do not have a history with them. In fact, I have no history with them at all, but I trusted the stories and stayed away anyway. It is a sad story but true. When I was growing up, my family just did not go there.
On one beautiful morning there they were, fresh at the farmers market and they looked so darn cool. I could not resist. I am always up for a challenge and wanted to give them a try. But with out much effort (so much for the challenge) I found out I love these tasty, roasted morsels. In my family, they disappear fast and I literally have considered counting them out for each person so the feel as if they have been treated fairly. We covet them. There never seems to be enough.
It is the end of their prime growing season (they tend to like cooler weather), although they are available year round, just not locally. I was excited to find these. They were on the large size which usually means they will have a stronger flavor. This was not a problem for me because I have never met a roasted brussels sprout that I did not like.
