I remember laughing at the part of "Julie & Julia" when she declares braised cucumbers to be a "revelation." Slime-coated cucumbers, fried in a pan. A revelation? Please excuse me while i gag. However, I should have known better than to question Julia Child. (Julie, okay.)
It was until I found myself with extra cukes last summer that I decided to give it a whirl and was pleasantly surprised.
Fast-forward to mid-February and I've found this as a frequent player in my side dish rotation. So much so that I occasionally devour a single batch myself instead of a proper meal. Proper meal is a subjective term, right?