#cabbage
My king
Adult life tip.
Do not buy a cabbage unless you have one of the following:
1. A recipe that uses a whole cabbage
2. 200 recipes that use some cabbage
3. A desire to waste an entire half cabbage
4. A desire to aid your local cabbage merchant who’s struggling financially because so much of their crop was destroyed in a series of bizarre incidents involving a twelve-year-old martial artist.
When I was a Freshman in high school learning various French food & vegetable vocabulary, my French teacher mentioned that “mon petit chou” was a French term of endearment. I remember thinking that calling someone “my little cabbage” was hilarious … it wasn’t until much later that I learned about chou PASTRY, and that a much better translation of “mon petit chou” would be “my little cream puff”.
Fast-forward to this topic coming up in my French 1 class last week, when my students unanimously agreed that they liked the cabbage meaning better (aka. theyfound it hysterical) and proclaimed that cabbage should probably be the international symbol of all appreciation.
Then fast-forward a little bit more, because today one of them brought me a cabbage.