As my favorite at-home personal fitness guru* Tony Horton would say, man oh Manischewitz. These sprouts will be the end of you wanting to eat anything else. Really. I've made them twice this week already—and I'm in the middle of finals, I don't really have the time to make anything, especially a braise.
You know how there are some things that you enjoy now, as a grown up, that you couldn't imagine enjoying when you were a kid? Like: long conversations and long drives—simultaneously, or not. Or: documentaries. Museums with old things in them. Concerts where the musicians are sitting down and the audience doesn't dance. Yet, now, as bona fide adults, these things are enjoyable, maybe even so enjoyable that they are some of our favorite things. Unthinkable, yet entirely true.
Had I encountered these brussels sprouts in my youth,** I most likely wouldn't have touched them. But now I can't get enough. Want to know why? Because they have everything: the slightly bitter taste of the sprouts, the crusty texture of the breadcrumbs, bacon, the vinegariness of the vinegar. I used smoked bacon and, combined with the balsamic, there is a definite resemblance to barbecue sauce—but even if you're one of those people that doesn't like barbecue sauce, you're going to like this. It makes your house smell good, it satisfies the winter need to eat something hearty, it makes you feel good about eating a vegetable, it makes you feel good about eating bacon.
I link back to Smitten Kitchen so much here that it feels ridiculous, but guess where the recipe came from? Yes.
Had I encountered these brussels sprouts in my youth,** I most likely wouldn't have touched them. But now I can't get enough. Want to know why? Because they have everything: the slightly bitter taste of the sprouts, the crusty texture of the breadcrumbs, bacon, the vinegariness of the vinegar. I used smoked bacon and, combined with the balsamic, there is a definite resemblance to barbecue sauce—but even if you're one of those people that doesn't like barbecue sauce, you're going to like this. It makes your house smell good, it satisfies the winter need to eat something hearty, it makes you feel good about eating a vegetable, it makes you feel good about eating bacon.
I link back to Smitten Kitchen so much here that it feels ridiculous, but guess where the recipe came from? Yes.

My changes to the recipe were these:
- Panko instead of regular breadcrumbs. I think it gives more exciting texture.
- Bacon instead of pancetta, for budgetary reasons. Tucsonans: 17th Street Market sells ends of uncured, applewood smoked bacon for cheap. Since it's not in slices, it keeps you from just eating a lot of bacon straight, but since you have it in your kitchen you end up cooking a lot with bacon.
- The second time I made it I added a few tablespoons of...anchovies! The result was subtle, but more saltiness.
Look at how excited my polar bear potholder is about these sprouts! Also surprised about their deliciousness! You should be too!
*Not kidding.
**I actually encountered no brussels sprouts in my youth despite the, you know, Belgianness. Also unthinkable, yet entirely true.

