brussels sprouts
Creamed Brussels Sprouts | Peaches Please

There are few things I enjoy more than taking a beautiful, healthy vegetable and doctoring it up with cream and cheese. It’s like luring  something pure and wholesome to the dark side and it makes me feel all contrary and rebellious. I’m such a bad ass. But hey, if ever there’s a time to go for broke and bring on the cream, cheese and butter, then Thanksgiving is it. A day during which we give thanks for the good things and people in our lives and then we stuff ourselves silly. Why not give thanks for some creamy goodness while we’re at it? And this is some rich, cheesy,creamy goodness. Creamed Brussels Sprouts   Save Print A decadent, creamy brussels

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So, yes, I realize that brussels sprouts might seen like an odd choice for a Mother’s Day post, but my mom really loves them so I’m rolling with it. As a kid, I avoided brussels sprouts like the plague, but I’ve grown into a total lover of the little green sprout. While I usually like to roast brussels sprouts, I’ve recently been experimenting with using them raw. This is my favorite of the raw incarnations, thus far: a bright, tangy salad with salty slivers of parmesan cheese and prosciutto (or pancetta or bacon, if you’re not feeling vegetarian) to round out the lemony, dijon brightness of the dressing. Mom and I had a similar salad when out to dinner at

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So there’s this myth floating around the internet that our taste buds change every 7 years. I say “myth,” because my very brief research into this matter has yielded no scientific evidence to support that particular claim, so I can’t buy into it. However, after having read a bunch of abstracts for sciencey articles that contain terms like “psychophysical,” I accept the premise that our perceptions of how things taste changes over time.


“Remembering the purple shadows of the lawn, the majesty of the colonnades, and the dream of your youth, you may say in your reverence and thankfulness: I have worn the honors of honor. I graduated from Virginia.” James Hay Jr. Excerpt from The Honor Men. I could go on and on about UVA and how much I love it, but I’m going to narrow the love fest down for you. I’ll always cherish my education, my time spent on the beautiful grounds, the nights hanging lights in our makeshift theater…but I will carry the friendships I made at UVA with me for the rest of my life.  I have an incredible group of friends who are kind, funny, smart, nerdy,

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