Ha! And again, Ha!

The Husband hates Brussels sprouts. He hates them with a passion, so much so that he renamed them LGBDs (Little Green Balls of Death). He cannot stand them and I was not allowed to cook them in the house, because the scent alone made him nauseous. Which is weird because he likes cabbage just fine.

So last night, while he was at practice, I was rooting through the frezer for some dinner material while the bread was baking and I came across this bag of frozen baby Brussels sprouts. I took them out in an act of defiance, got the wok and the steamer, steamed the little green things for about 10-12 minutes, then wiped the wok out, heated it up again, placed the sprouts in, poured some extra virgin Cretan Sitia olive oil over them, added some Pesto Rosso dried mix (both from the Oil and Vinegar store in the Galleria, a total must for a foodie...I mean they have at least ten different types of balsamic vinegar and twenty olive oils on tap, not counting the ones bottled already)...then I thought 'what the heck' and cut in some Spanish dry chorizo, straight from good ol'Kroger, the only dry sausage I can easily find that bears a vague similarity to the Hungarian sausages of my childhood. Shook the wok a coupe of times, until the Brussels sprouts made that satisfying 'pssst' sound and the sausage bits started sizzling, then took it off the heat and had half of it for dinner with a generous helping of parmesan on top. I left the other half on the stovetop to cool.

Well, The Husband came home after kicking people on the head, sat down by the computer and I was getting ready to go to bed: it was late. And all of a sudden there he comes, bouncing into the bathroom, shouting "You did it! You made them TASTY!!!" and he is holding a bunch of the DREAD LGBDS in HIS HAND and he's EATING THEM LIKE CANDY!

Heh. Behold the power of the cook...:-) I think I just leveled up.