It’s October, and in the Pacific Northwest, that means two things:
Grilling season is over.
Brussels Sprouts season is beginning.
We’re made of pretty hardy stuff in the top left corner of the country, and it’s unlike us to let little things like rain and early sunsets to stop us from enjoying the outdoors. However, the weather forecast for today called for sunny and 71 degrees, so I planned to cook one last grand grilled feast for the season, and just in time, because local Brussels Sprouts are coming into season! I started the journey last night, marinating a few slices of tofu in a broth made of Better Than Broth’s no beef broth, balsamic vinegar, Bragg’s, and some black pepper.
Disclaimer: this isn’t a recipe. It is, however, a very retro dinner.
Mike and I are both really drawn to retro and vintage styles and items. We love the aesthetics from the 1950s & 1960s – Mike loves cocktails and mod and anything atomic in particular, and I can usually be found in full-skirted dresses with a pocketbook and bright lipstick. (Mike hasn’t seen Mad Men yet, but I’m looking forward to watching it with him just so I can see him get all swoony over the clothes and furniture.) Additionally, we’re both defined in a lot of ways by the pop culture of our respective childhoods, adolescences, and young adulthoods. We’re both very nostalgic people, by and large, and really prone to reminiscing and “Do you remember…”. We’re your basic Gen-X cliché, is what I’m saying.
I have an abiding fondness for vintage cookbooks, even if they are loaded with pictures of dead animal parts. I assumed I’d turn to one from my collection to find a recipe to veganize, but then I had a flash of inspiration.