It’s not easy being green

brussels_sproutsI have never been a fan of Brussels sprouts. I don’t really know what its is about them that does not do it for me, the taste is not offensive, boring maybe?

Every time I go to the fruit and veg store these little guys grab my attention once again I don’t know what it is, they look like they have picked from a miniature village veggie patch, I always resist and go home with out a Brussels sprouts purchase.

Last week I walked into the fruit and veggie store, chest puffed out and grabbed a bag full of Brussels sprouts in the endeavour to create a recipe that would change my mind about these little cabbages, and here it is.

BRUSSELS SPROUTS WITH TARRAGON BUTTER

Prep time 10 mins : Cooking time 12 mins : Serves 4 as a side dish.

Ingredients :

24 Brussels sprouts

200 gm unsalted butter ( room temperature )

1 garlic clove ( minced )

4 sprigs of fresh Tarragon

1 Tablespoon Olive oil

1/2 Lemon

50 gm Parmesan cheese (grated)

Sea salt flakes

Black Pepper

Method

Take a paring knife and make a cross insertion into the bottom of each Brussels sprout.

Bring a large saucepan of water to the boil and par boil the Brussels sprouts for about 5 minutes.

Whilst the sprouts are on the boil take two sprigs of fresh Tarragon and blitz them in a food processor, add the Tarragon and minced Garlic to the unsalted butter and mix in well.

Heat a large fry pan or wok add the olive oil and the butter mix to the fry pan.

Drain the sprouts and place in fry pan with the melted butter and a good pinch of sea salt and cracked black pepper, cook on a high heat for about 5 minutes tossing the sprouts all the time.

When ready turn off the heat and squeeze the juice of half the lemon and give the sprouts one final toss, place into a serving bowl pouring any remaining juices in the pan over them, top with grated Parmesan and garnish with the two remaining sprigs of Tarragon.

Enjoy

My Passion for food

 

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Food Memories
My first memory of food came from visiting my Grandparents house there was always a large pot of something brewing on the stove top whether it was a soup, stew or some other concoction my Grandfather had made, the smells were earthy and rustic.

My Grandparents were poor and my Grandmother had been sick for as long as I could remember, so the cooking was left up to my Grandfather and at times I was concerned at what I was eating.

His garden was full of vegetables and fruit trees and he would take me out to the back yard and we would pick all sorts of freshness, then we would head back into the kitchen where he would slip on his blue and white striped apron and chop furiously at what we had collected throwing it all into the big pot.

As a child I was always surrounded by cooking, I grew up in an age when Mum’s had the time to bake. At least once a week my Mum would pick me up and sit me down on the kitchen bench and I would watch her make cakes, slices, chocolate and pastries.

I would taste everything from raw pastry to soft warm cookies straight off the cooling rack and as I became older I was allowed to mix ingredients and help ice cakes

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We had dinner at the dining table where my family would share in the delights of Mums cooking or Dad’s slightly burnt bbq’s. It was a place to share our day our views and many a good argument.
My first job at sixteen years of age was in a kitchen and though at the time the tasks seemed simple and mundane, thirty-five years on I can still smell the freshness of the strawberries, the sweetness of the bananas, the sharpness of the pineapple and the perfume of the passion-fruit that I prepared for the fruit Salad every day.

I think about when I first tasted chocolate chilli ice cream or sugared cured chicken or that fruit salad I chopped up every day and it takes me back to the places and the people where I experienced such delights, it makes me feel happy and content.
I have been very fortunate in my life when it comes to food, I have worked with some fantastic creative people, sampled some of the most amazing food and sat down and shared it with my family and friends.

I know I still have many food memories to experience and create and that in its self keeps me passionate about food.