IN SEARCH OF
CAULIFLOWER AND BRUSSELS SPROUTS BY ARI LEVAUX
After the first big frost of the season, things got real at the farmers market. Buyers arrived knowing it was our last chance for warm weather crops; I was there for tomatoes, and I felt like a big spender with my two boxes, earmarked for salsa. Then, a chef friend showed up with a hand truck, as if to remind me that I’m a wannabe player, and loaded it with crates of lipstick-red sweet peppers. With one season ending, another was beginning, and soon we were chatting about Brussels sprouts.
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