Thanksgiving is one of the nicest Canadian holidays. It comes at an excellent time of year, weather-wise (we in southern Ontario are being spoilt with a second summer). It crosses religious boundaries. And while it seemingly borrows from the Americans, our Thanksgiving is, in fact, uniquely ours: Martin Frobisher, an early English explorer, arrived in Newfoundland in 1578 and celebrated with a feast in gratitude for his safe arrival (a full forty-three years before the Pilgrims donned big hats and buckled shoes for their iconic repast).
Three things comes to mind when we reflect on our childhood Thanksgivings: how one of us loved stuffing so much that tantrums hovered when other people helped themselves; how one year our great-grandmother (elegant in a faux-Chanel suit and an apron) dropped the roasted bird on her carpeted kitchen floor, dusted off the fluff bunnies, and served it up; and how we both loathed the smell of plain steamed Brussels sprouts.
Years later, we have learned to share stuffing (mostly); we all dress up for the family dinner; and, with apologies to our mother (an excellent cook), we’ve gussied up the Brussels sprouts to tasty effect.
Happy Thanksgiving, all.
Place the Brussels sprouts in a mixing bowl, drizzle with olive oil, season with chilies, salt and pepper and toss well to coat thoroughly.
Place sprouts on a parchment-lined baking sheet and roast at 450F for 15-20 minutes or until crisp and brown.
Transfer sprouts back to a mixing bowl and dress with crumbled chevre and shaved parm.
Serve in a fancy China bowl and season with cracked pepper.
Makes 4-6 side servings