A man during the second world war was given the responsibility for ensuring children received sufficient nourishment from the limited foodstuffs now available. Oranges and bananas, often beyond the price of many at the time, were amongst other luxuries no longer considered vital to keep the nation afloat. This gentleman, who's name escapes me, decided that the answer was cabbage! This combined with the 'Dig For Victory' campaign enabled the British population to be healthier during the war and the restrictions thereof that they have ever been since!
However as I mused on this I cogitated also on how to cook this beast. I looked closely at the fat, dense, wrinkled green creation in front of me and considered how like the rest of my family it was.
Dense, sums so many of them up, wrinkled takes care of others who will not be mentioned, and green, well, less said about that I suggest.
The wrinkles reminded me of the TV that the women watch. While some refuse to lower themselves to the banal offerings (my sister insists on wasting her senility on X-box or whatever games) most will sit for hours watching programmes made in the seventies which are repeated several times a day (always with the same ending) and these women will get involved once again with a tour de force of bad acting! The cabbage sums this up well. Quite why there are so few couch potato size women around the family I know not, possibly the shopping sprees help there. How can anyone with half a brain, and that sums up the family all to often, watch such badly made tripe beats me.
Worse still some would say, not me, is the way the cabbage reminds me of the men in the family. Note how easily it stands alongside a, now empty, but full a short while ago, bottle of wine and half a bottle of beer. Reminds me of the nieces husband and his fridge full of beer bottles for the cup final. It turns out that was that fridges natural state! He and his son probably have a fridge each these days. The cabbage itself may be wholesome but the people around it require some improvement.
My delightful and best looking, indeed most talented and clever niece arrived one day last year and enabled my mobile to work! So good was she that she managed to send a text to my phone and indeed from my phone. I was glad as I had not managed to do so myself. I indeed do not require the text facility as I do not have the friends to send meaningless texts to however it has some uses I suppose. As she made her way homewards on the high speed rail network I sent her a text, well I tried to, as I typed all that would come up was CABBAGE. So I gave up. She understood, her dad had the same problem. I blame her.
The weather is dreich, I sit listening to Radio 3 via the TV as the somewhat depressing
Ah well, soon be time for bed....