Oh. My. Word.
My husband came home a little early today, and found the hundreds of brussel sprouts in the refrigerator that I posted about earlier today. I was gone for the afternoon and into the evening at Moo's violin lesson and then both the girls' choir practice. We did not get home until nearly 7:00. That left my personal iron chef plenty of time to experiment in the kitchen...something that I do not, and really should not, do.
When the girls and I entered the house, there was an interesting aroma in the air. Not bad. Not really good. Just, um, interesting. My husband was a bit cagey when asked what was for dinner, and just said "wait and see". Well, all I have to say is "wow".
He made an unbelievably good cheesy-garlic-chicken brussel sprout dish with a side of spaghetti squash and (you guessed it) brussel sprout veggie dish. Aside from all elements of the meal being very greenish-beige, it was a hit. Honest.
Then...and I can't believe he did this...he made brussel sprout cake. Or would it be brussel sprout bread? I don't care what you call it...it was a baked dessert made from brussel sprouts...complete with cream cheese frosting. It was super yummy. We just laughed. I can't believe he did that. At a time when he is so extremely stressed and bogged down by work "stuff", he came home and voluntarily made a yummy meal from the abundance of our garden...Iron Chef style. Yeah, he really kinda rocks.
1 comment:
You might want to put an "Enter at your own risk" sign on your door ... the gas from all that cruciferous veggie stuff has got to be overwhelming!! LOL
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