My parents never really had a hard time getting me to eat my vegetables, but they did have a problem with getting me to not eat all the Brussels sprouts at the dinner table before everyone else had his or her helping. This has been a running theme in my life, actually — in college, there was a time (or two) when I literally ate a bowl of Brussels sprouts for a meal. In my adulthood, I’ve been known to eat Brussels sprouts with couscous for my single lady dinners when the husband is working late. The moral of the story is: I really, really, ridiculously love Brussels sprouts.
So when I also tell you that these Dijon roasted Brussels sprouts are truly my new favorite way to eat them, I think you can rely on my sprouts-loving authority.