22 April 2020 - Taking a break

Today the group had a break - the first one since 1 April; we gathered and wrote every day for 3 weeks, and we’ll continue until the end of Level4.

To keep to a daily publication, below a contribution from Fiona’s Dad, who is 86 and lives in the UK

Love to hate

Cabbage, according to my dictionary, is "A vegetable with a round heart or head " (no reference to taste or flavour). 

 I've always hated eating green cabbage. It is tasteless, difficult to chew and has no redeeming features.

When I was a lad, my Mum  would say "Eat up your greens, they're good for you" I would try bargaining "I'll have some more peas instead"

This always met a stone wall reaction.

Feeling rebellious, I would dare a "I don't want any" Mum played her ace card. "You're not going out to play till your plate is clean".

She always won.

I'm not unique in disliking green cabbage. According to the TV, there is an army of youngsters resisting being force fed cabbage and claiming that when they are grown up they will NEVER inflict this vegetable on their own dear children..

Recently, the vegetable pickers of Boston went on strike. "Great", I thought "No ruddy cabbage"". The supermarket let the side down by importing large quantities from Spain.

 Now I'm old and grey, my views on cabbage have mellowed a little ( a little) If I am a guest in someone's home and am offered cabbage

I'll say "Just a small quantity please".

I've a confession to make. I quite enjoy eating cannon ball (Dutch White) cabbage, Probably because it's chopped up so finely that it is unrecognisable as a member of the cabbage family. Being smothered in salad cream gives it a good disguise. This surrender to cabbage, I suspect,  is a sign of early dementia.