Now that so many people cook well, I feel like my kids are
actually being deprived of some of life's classic food horrors. Like spinach,
which though know more as a tangy salad spiked with crunchy walnuts and tart
dried cranberries than as a creamed plate of mess (not that I don't love
creamed spinach, by the way, but I know you're not supposed to). Or Brussels
sprouts, which people still pretend is commonly dreaded ("Even if you hate
Brussels sprouts, you'll love these…") but which, in fact, most children
like because they usually get to eat them all crispy-caramelized, instead of
boiled into sulfurous mush balls.
So, for instance, on Friday night, we went to our favorite
restaurant, where we play dice games and order little stuff off the bar menu.
Such as the deep-fried Brussels sprouts, which are so good that the kids are a
greasy-handed blur until the giant, heaping plate is empty. They're not battered
or anything, just fried until they're all mahogany sweetness and
tender-hearted, shaggy-edged crunch. Oh, they are so good.
Bu they're not actually that different from the roasted kind
we make at home--which is good, because I'm just not about to bring two quarts
of oil to a rolling boil to make Brussels sprouts, if you know what I'm saying
(and what I'm saying is: donuts, maybe, or even onion rings, but not Brussels
sprouts). If you were to skip the maple syrup and fish sauce, and simply pull the
pan of sprouts out of the oven after 25 minutes, you'd have a perfect side
dish: the very side dish I've been making for years. However this year, since I
blurred two recipes in my mind, I got it into my head to add the maple syrup
and the fish sauce. A little sweet, a tiny little but funky: perfection.
Also, I think we should all agree not to go on and on in
front of our kids about how Thanksgiving is our favorite holiday on account of
how it's just food and togetherness and none of that pesky gift-giving; I watch
their stricken faces, and I can see that it just makes them feel so lonely and
greedy in their excitement about presents. "What's you favorite holiday,
Mama?" they ask, and I say, "Christmas, because it's yours." And
I mean it. But if it weren't for them, well. I am a sucker for the food and the
togetherness. And the thanks, of course, which I am giving now and always.
Caramelized Brussels Sprouts
Serves 4-6
Active time: 10 minutes; total time: 35 minutes
These are sweet, salty, crispy, tender, and perfect. Of
course, you can skip the fish sauce and maple syrup (but don't add one without
the other or they will be excessively funky or cloyingly sweet), and simply
pull the pan of perfect sprouts out of the oven after 25 minutes. This recipe
is easily doubled or tripled; you will need another baking sheet for each
batch, and you might want to rotate your pans through the oven halfway through
so that they roast evenly.
1 1/2 pounds Brussels sprouts, trimmed and halved lengthwise
1/4 cup olive oil
3/4 teaspoon kosher salt--or 1 teaspoon if you're not using
the fish sauce (or half as much table salt)
1 tablespoon maple syrup
1 teaspoon fish sauce
Heat the oven to 425 and line a rimmed cookie sheet with
foil or parchment paper. In a large bowl, toss the sprouts with the oil and
salt (this is a good job for a child who's not afraid of oily fingers) and
arrange them, cut-side down, on the baking sheet.
Bake near the top of the oven for 25 minutes, then return
them to their bowl, stir in the maple syrup and fish sauce, and spread them
willy-nilly back in the pan. Roast for five more minutes, add which point they
should be deeply browned and tender. Serve hot or at room temperature.
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