This is all from our trip to New England over the xmas holidays. My in-laws responded to my taking pictures of food the whole trip with varying degrees of bemusement, though K seemed to totally get it, and the kids just giggled. (I did and said a lot of things which caused the kids to giggle, so this was well within form.)
Unfortunately, the finished product was too shy to pose for a picture.
My sister in law had a lot of brussels sprouts. Six bags, to be precise. So we did a little Iron Chef style routine: I flash-fried mine with olive oil and salt, while she roasted hers with olive oil and salt. Not to be too immodest, but: I won. Hers were very good, but everyone at the christmas table preferred mine.
Then again, my prep took about ten times as long, with cleaning, halving, and then cutting a little divot to get the harder part of the stem out on each side, and maintaining the frying.
Then again, my prep took about ten times as long, with cleaning, halving, and then cutting a little divot to get the harder part of the stem out on each side, and maintaining the frying.
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