I swear that until I got them from my farmer, one winter evening two years ago, you would have not seen me go anywhere near Brussels Sprouts. The distant memories from my days in England, when they were served as a side-dish in college, boiled forever and washed over with butter kept them away from my kitchen. But in the last 2 years it all changed and in the winter, it is a regular in our weekly menu. Beyond its beauty, Brussels Sprouts, as befits most members of the crucife