Who on God’s green earth decided to collectively traumatize kids by serving them boiled Brussels sprouts (blech!)? Until I met James’s mom, Lea, I absolutely despised the things. But this woman — she knew how to cook ’em! As far as I’m concerned, her recipe, which I’ve replicated here, is the only acceptable way to serve them: crispy, slightly charred and covered in garlicky oil. Otherwise, they’re Satan’s sprouts.