You know what I like? Brussels sprouts. Yep, those little baby cabbages that most people turn their noses up at...I love 'em.
Even the smell of them makes me go "Mmmmmm...yum". I can eat a great big pile of them. Before you think I'm quite mad, let me point out that most people's brussels sprout experiences have been ruined by overcooking, which makes them smell and taste bitter.
But if you steam them until they are just soft, and serve them with a little butter and salt, I reckon you'd change your mind. (Unless you're one of the fussy britches who eats no vegetables except potatoes, peas and corn kernels like an ex of mine.) They don't taste bitter at all - nor do they taste like cabbage, thankfully - and they have a nice nutty smell. Try it.
I had some for dinner tonight with the roast chicken my flatmate cooked. Yum.
While I'm singing the praises of foodstuffs, how ace is porridge? I know this isn't news to a lot of people, but I have never liked the stuff, although now that I think about it, I only recall eating it once on camp when I was a Brownie and campfire cooking is probably not a good yardstick.
Anyway, recently, for reasons I won't bore you with, I tried it again and...wow, that stuff is delicious! I cook it in the microwave with milk and then add a little sugar and maple syrup (these are allergy elimination approved ingredients).
I think I owe porridge an apology because prior to my discovery of its creamy delights, I had on occasion used "porridge" as a synonym for bland and boring. Sorry, porridge. I shall make it up to you by eating you a lot.
Ooohh! Funny little coincidence! I wrote about Golden Gaytime icecreams in a post last week and tonight I saw an ad for them on TV for the first time in...forever.
And yes, the photo obviously has nothing to do with Brussels sprouts or porridge or Gaytimes. It's just my cloud obsession...