I don’t like cabbage

So, I have made and improvised several peanut soup recipes.

I intended to make a sweet potato soup, which turned out to be a variation on peanut, though it was called indonesian, though the striking difference about it was it used sweet potatoes instead of regular, cabbage instead of other kinds of greens, cayenne instead of red pepper flakes, and some soy sauce and ginger.

I improvised with this, but I’m also unused to cabbage. I think it is watery. When it enters water, it becomes flaccid.

I am not impressed.

I didn’t eat vegetables so much when I was little, though unlike lots of my friends parents, I was supposed to eat all kinds of nonsense when I was little, and did not remain unshielded from things like beets. I had a conversation with someone yesterday who grew up not eating beets because her parents’ parents were direct from Eastern Europe, and there was extensive beet-consumption in their houses growing up, so they did not LIKE beets. I just didn’t like them, in general, though I don’t know what small child likes vegetables, though the little ones I see wandering around the farmer’s market insisting that we HAVE to get radishes mom you SAID we could give me a little bit of hope. I was an unadventurous child in general and the ones that I babysat for ever and ever would freak out about pasta made of something besides wheat. I don’t think that it’s unnatural or unadvisable to feed kids all manner of things, spicy and vegetabley and interesting, but I do think children are pretty simple and like sweet starchy things, but dear god please don’t just feed them wonderbread or they will DIE.

Though upon further consideration I bet the little kids at the farmer’s market get bribed by their hippie parents to act that way in public. They probably get them to act that way in their co-op preschool and feed them rice krispie treats and lets them watch Barney when they go home for acting like a good hippie child and sharing and loving the earth and getting excited about radishes. I bet that’s what happens.

That being said, my family is hippie-dippie in ways that excuse, or at least explain, my most outrageous behavior.

But I really only got into vegetables after I quit being vegetarian, and especially after college, because being adventuresome with vegetables for my sweetie in college meant romaine instead of iceberg. I had some learnin’ to do.

Regardless,  I don’t really like cabbage. I hear someone somewhere snarking about being a bad Irish girl-potatoes are great. Cabbage-not great.

I like purple cabbage, but that may just because it’s purple.

Also, the weather in Seattle has been ridiculous lately. Snow, sun, snow, hail, rainbows.

In other news, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I think that’s just great.