This is what happens in reality:
Monday: extreme enthusiasm
Tuesday: dinner without Phil (he has class) means I eat a piece of toast and a reheated Costco sausage.
And thusly are all my plans killed. I cook Saturday-Monday really and then just hope for the best the rest of the week. Maybe the food fairy will come and visit me.
One of the recipes I had planned to make this week was Roasted Sprouts with Mushrooms. I love Brussels Sprouts - as long as they aren't boiled. Roasting is a great way to show off their flavour.
The sprouts sat in the fridge all week. By Saturday, I could feel them glaring at me. So instead of having a sandwich, Saturday lunch consisted of spouts, mushrooms, cream and wine. After all, Phil and I were all gussied up and ready to go for dinner at the Beerbistro with his parents.
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| We solve mysteries in our spare time - you know, Castle style. |
I'm not going to mince words. It was pretty fabulous. I can see why Nigel Slater often just has a dish of vegetables for a meal. This is a totally luxurious treatment of the humble sprout... and definitely worth opening a bottle of wine for!
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| Perhaps a trifle over roasted... |
Recipe can be found here or after the jump!

