veggie tales

 

Our landlord has been puzzled by our family.  Having mostly dealt with single airmen and working, childless adults he had come to some conclusions about Americans.  One of those was that we don't like veggies.  At least, not much beyond french fries, spaghetti sauce and salsa. He was surprised when we processed all those apples.  Amused when we gleaned the onions.  So he began to drop by with other things, like the carrots and leeks.  

During our last visit we were discussing some local markets and farm stands and he was asking if we ate celery, 'beetroot', and so on.  Then he thought for a moment and asked if we liked sprouts.  I said, "Oh yes, we LOVE them!"  Then he puzzled me by saying, "Do you now? I have a stalk right over here."  I was trying to imagine who travels with alfalfa sprouts when he returned with these, commonly known as just "sprouts." 

 

 
Jan 2013 sprouts web

 

Fair enough.  We actually DO like those too.  In fact they were incredible steamed and buttered.  (even though I let them sit a bit too long in the conservatory and had to peel away a few bad leaves seen here)  They were so sweet and tender and not the least bit bitter, as frozen sprouts tend to be. I am going to have to track down this farmer.  

 


Jan 2013 sprouts web-2

9 thoughts on “veggie tales

  1. We love sprouts too! I grow them then we cook them up in butter and bacon. I challenge anyone to say they don’t like them cooked our way. 🙂

  2. Oh, my mouth is watering! Costco hasn’t had them at all this year, and I was so sad not to have them for Christmas. I love me some sprouts – especially glazed (like carrots) with some walnuts thrown in. Yum!

  3. We had wonderful brussels sprouts when we lived in Peru, and shopped at the Bio Feria (organic farmer’s market). Yes, awesome and not to be compared to those frozen things!

  4. How does one come across locally grown produce in the winter? Wow! He IS a good man to know.
    (Steamed, then sauteed with shallots and slivered almonds. Yum)

  5. Yum! I love them. My neighbor at the last place brought us several stalks one autumn. I cut them in half and fried them with bacon. Mom and I were the only ones who liked them. Also made soup from the Twelve Months of Monastery Soup book. Although we added cheese. And bacon.
    🙂

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