I have never cooked or eaten brussel sprouts. I was not necessarily offended by the concept of brussel sprouts, but I just never saw the need to have them in my life. It was much the way I felt about hummus, until I tasted hummus. We've been trying some different foods, as we introduce the proper southern baby girl to as much as we can. I don't want to her to end up with my limited palate. I survived on Little Debbie cakes and frozen pizza, but I do hope that she develops healthier tastes. My first step, naturally, was to tweet Carla Hall from ABC's The Chew. Why? She's awesome. That's the main reason. She pointed me toward one of Michael Symon's recipes. I took some hints from his recipe and went off on my on. Is it smart to vary from the recipe of an Iron Chef? Ummmm, probably not. How was my version? I thought it was pretty good. First, I roasted some grape tomatoes. They were sitting on the counter, and I thought I ought to do something with them. The baby girl is always stealing the little tomatoes out of my Wendy's salad, and I thought she might like them. Turns out that she only wants them out of my Wendy's salad. I sprinkled a little olive oil and cooked them until they looked roasted. I blanched some brussel sprouts (okay, I boiled them to death, which was a mistake). The sprouts were a little soft. I sauteed the chicken and apple sausage in a little olive oil and added portabello mushrooms and garlic. Then I tossed in cooked rice, brussel sprouts, tomatoes, worchestire sauce (because we didn't have soy sauce), and honey. I thought it tasted pretty awesome. The baby girl picked out the sausage and a brussel sprout. She will be eating some cheese a little later on in the evening. I was pretty impressed with myself. I'm pretty sure that any form of sausage makes everything tastes better, so I should pat the poor chickens and apples that went into the sausage on the back rather than myself.