It is oft said that food is love. Never has that been truer than in our house, where this weekend saw The Boy come home from the farmer’s market to surprise me with this:
Now, maybe coming home with a three foot sheaf of mini-cabbages doesn’t speak love to you, but The Boy knows of my deep abiding love for veggies, and more specifically, of my love of Brussels sprouts. Oh, he may claim that it was a self-serving gesture, but I’m pretty sure he was just saying that to hide his mushiness in front of his nephews.
A whole stalk of sprouts! We ate the first of them (gloriously pan-fried using Heidi’s recipe) tonight and I’m ridiculously giddy thinking up more ways to cook the rest up over the next week or so. Any suggestions?
Earlier this week, I made my own food-love offering to The Boy:
With the weather turning colder, I made the season’s first chili. In general, I am a spice wuss; The Boy is definitely our household’s resident spice fiend. So generally, I leave the chili-making to him. Aside from the spiciness, it also just tastes better (I think) when he makes it. The Boy often attributes this to his variety of peppers, so on this night, I figured that the CSA’s rainbow of peppers. As it turned out, I was right!
So how was everyone else’s weekend?