I’ve said it time and time again — I’ve never met a Brussels sprout I didn’t love.
For a handful of reasons, the Brussels sprout is a vegetable that holds a special place in my heart. For years, the sprout was glorified with the veil of nostalgia — it was a food I remember my father loving very much, and a food I undertook to love right along with him.
These days, though, the Brussels sprout is somewhat of a lucky charm to me. I know it will sound crazy to you, but crossmyheart I swear that Brussels sprouts have changed my life in real and important ways. And for the better — so much for the better.
After making some buttermilk biscuits a few weeks ago, I found myself desperately in need of new uses for my leftover buttermilk. This is my new favorite way to use Brussels sprouts and my new favorite way to use buttermilk. A productive experiment, after all.