As it turned out, I had a vegetarian friend in town the night I finally decided to take on the brussels sprouts, so I had to dispense with the bacon. But the bacon-free recipe I found made me forget all about it, and I still loved the brussels sprouts. They might actually make it into my shopping cart on a regular rotation! Or even my garden! Even my friend was wowed: "I've got to tell my parents, they will never believe I'm eating brussels sprouts [and liking them]" sums up her reaction to this recipe.
I've thought a lot about this, and I think what makes this recipe (and the hash at Leon's) so good is that the brussels sprouts aren't whole. I realize this sounds glaringly obvious, but perhaps my problem with brussels sprouts all along has simply been the preparation. Thinly sliced, cooked in butter, and mixed with caramelized onions truly works wonders for this neglected vegetable. So the question remains, why do we ever eat these things whole?

