{"id":228088,"date":"2010-01-25T08:04:13","date_gmt":"2010-01-25T13:04:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.ajc.com\/food-and-more\/?p=2206"},"modified":"2010-01-25T08:04:13","modified_gmt":"2010-01-25T13:04:13","slug":"sunday-column-brussels-sprouts-redux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/228088","title":{"rendered":"Sunday Column: Brussels Sprouts Redux"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2207\" title=\"400px-Brussels_sprout_closeup\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.ajc.com\/food-and-more\/files\/2010\/01\/400px-Brussels_sprout_closeup-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"400px-Brussels_sprout_closeup\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" \/><em>My Sunday Column grew out of a post on this blog about a superlative brussels sprouts dish I tried in a Los Angeles restaurant. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s my theory of brussels sprouts: People eat them on Thanksgiving as a kind of Puritan penance. At least, that&#8217;s what I think happened in our house.<\/p>\n<p>Preparing the brussels sprouts required the kind of coordinated joint effort usually reserved for a pig killing. My father and all the able-bodied men performed the annual chestnut-peeling ordeal &#8212; an event that involved much swearing, arguing over technique and finger pricking until a scant handful of crumbly bits was produced.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, my mother would trim and carefully mark each brussels sprout heel with a talismanic X so they would &#8220;cook properly.&#8221; This meant boiling them for the entire duration of the Macy&#8217;s Thanksgiving parade until they resembled not vegetables so much as eyeballs wrenched from the sockets of decomposing zombies.<\/p>\n<p>The chestnut bits and slimy green scleras were then mixed in a &#0133;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Sunday Column grew out of a post on this blog about a superlative brussels sprouts dish I tried in a Los Angeles restaurant. Here&#8217;s my theory of brussels sprouts: People eat them on Thanksgiving as a kind of Puritan penance. At least, that&#8217;s what I think happened in our house. Preparing the brussels sprouts [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4063,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-228088","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/228088","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4063"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=228088"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/228088\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=228088"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=228088"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=228088"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}