We had grilled pork tenderloin, on which Brian used Mad Hunkey rub prior to grilling. We had dirty rice and -- drum roll! -- fresh brussel sprouts, which I'd never had before (the fresh kind).
As you might remember, I eat just about any vegetable, whether or not I'm crazy about it. That includes brussel sprouts. Well, these were the fresh ones Brian picked up for Thanksgiving. Since it was just the two of us for the holiday, we passed up making them (and candied yams) for TG since we had so much to eat.
Last night, I cleaned them, cut them off the stem and then halved them. I put them in a bowl (there was about 1-1/2 to 2 lbs. of them), added two large, sliced shallots, and about 2 tablespoons of olive oil. To that I added fresh ground black pepper and some salt. Then I put them on a foil-covered baking sheet, and turned all of the brussel sprouts cut side down, making sure I put most of the shallots and on top. I chopped up four slices of bacon and sprinkled that on top. Cooked them at 425 for about 25 minutes -- I didn't stir them, as I wanted most of them to get really brown on the cut side so Brian would maybe try them.
They smelled really good while cooking -- even Brian admitted that -- and looked divine when done -- nice and brown on the cut side. I served him a big serving spoon full on his plate, thinking I'd be eating those later along with the ones I served myself. He tasted them (I was still serving myself) and said, "Interesting," which, of course, is usually synonomous with "I hate this dish." I tasted them from the stove and I loved them. By the time I sat down, he was saying nice things about them. I smiled and he said, "Look at my plate, Mi. I haven't even touched the pork yet." Bottom line: He LOVED them and finished the entire big portion I'd given him. I loved them, too, and am just thrilled that I have another vegetable Brian will eat. We were talking about how we wouldn't make them in the summer due to the high oven heat but then we both grilled and figured we'd do them on the grill next time, where they'd probably taste even better.
After we were in bed last night, Brian cracked me up when he said, "I can't believe I ate brussel sprouts and loved them!" A good ending to the story...