Hello, world! It's been a hectic couple of months in Barrister Land. Around the time of my last post, I began volunteering at my local Obama campaign office. Within a week, I was sucked in, spending 12 hours a day there (and sometimes more). I took on the role of office manager and coordinated all of our large Get Out the Vote phone banks along with another very awesome volunteer. Those last 5 days? I spent about 80 hours in the office, wrangling volunteers and the occasional nutcase.
Congressman Mike Honda also called me bossy -- but you don't come into my campaign office on Election Day, cause a bit of a ruckus, and then refuse to make calls. Thankfully, he caught on pretty quickly and spent a few minutes making calls.
Cooking and blogging obviously took a back seat during this time (if you follow me on Twitter, you'd know this) -- all of my no-cook groceries went into an office mini-fridge with instructions to KEEP OUT. But hey! I got to see President Obama speak in San Francisco with a great group of people and on the first Monday of December, I was invited to the White House for a California team meeting about the fiscal cliff. Below is one of my favorite pictures, but you can see the rest here.
BO! Made out of cotton balls.
Thankfully, I did manage to make it home for Turkey Day. My dad took care of the turkey and stuffing, while I made some delicious rolls and this brussels sprout hash. I actually hadn't eaten brussels in at least a decade, mostly because I thought they smelled. I decided to try them this time, though, as my dad bought them on the stock. A lot of brussels sprout hash recipes call for faux caramelized onions -- real ones take time. You should take that time and do it low and slow. The flavor is so much more intense.
Low and slow, baby. Low and slow.
The best part about this recipe, which I adapted from a gazillion recipes across the web, is that it's still delicious the next day. Reheat in a dry frying pan, allowing the sprouts to crisp up. Add some shredded turkey and toss it on a leftover roll for a pretty great sandwich.
Speaking of turkey, my dad insisted I take a picture of his. Here's a few bonus pics of my brother chowing down: