Eastside Road, December 23, 2010—WHAT! WE'RE OUT OF Brussels sprouts! Well, not to worry, we've got the next best thing to them: Romanesco. “The vegetable resembles a cauliflower,” says Wikipedia, “but is of a light green color and the inflorescence (the bud) has an approximate self-similar character, with the branched meristems making a logarithmic spiral.”
Don't you just love Wikipedia? Inflorescence; self-similar; meristems. And the photo is indeed beautiful.
Romanesco tastes pretty much like broccoli, though; perhaps a bit of nutmeg would push it a tiny bit toward the cauliflower end of the brassica spectrum; but let's face it, it's broccoli. (“Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education,” says Mark Twain's Pudd'nhead Wilson; that would make broccoli nothing but cabbage dressed up for a night on the town.)
Anyhow: we had the last of the cold roast pork; we had Lindsey's delicious steam-sautéed potatoes; we had the romanesco. A green salad.
Monastrell, Albero (Jumilla), 2008. (Monastrell is the Spanish name for Mourvedre. You can read about this inexpensive organic wine here and, less amusingly, here.)
That blog of ALB's, notes on drinking through Trader Joe's cellar (and a few other bottles), is an interesting one; I'm going to have to read through it one night when nothing else calls louder…