Green cabbage

cabbage

Blogging is really an I Me Mine activity and I sometimes feel very conscious about this. I like blogging because of the communication/feedback aspect but I also think that I like it because I want to show that I am, exist and capable of something. I like the approval I get and isn’t this a bit sad? Like I never really grow up, a little girls still eagerly waiting for the pat on the head, or is it dogs that get that? Well I have managed to get a bit further than when I was 7 mentally but still, there it is. One of the hardest things for me (and I suspect most of us when this kind of things happens) when my mother fell ill with Alzheimer’s disease and disappeared into her own world was that I had to grow up, I felt as if I wasn’t any body’s child anymore and it felt horrible. It took me quite a long time to grow up and get used to it. And then I wasn’t even particularly dependent on my parents, they brought me up to be independent and independent I am. But still I ached when I thought about it, I knew that there was no one in the world who would jump before a train to save my life just because I was her child. When my father died I felt the same but this time it was much fainter and I suppose I have got used to it. But the need for approval or maybe it’s just to be acknowledged is still there, maybe it’s part of the human condition and there’s nothing I can do about it. All of us probably need some approval now and then, in some area or other. Probably.

cabbage

I just wanted to remind you of the excellent green cabbage that you can buy now, at least here. Tender and sweet and so nice to eat both braised and raw that I can’t really decide whether I like it best shredded raw with a little extra virgin olive oil and some good balsamic vinegar or braised in olive oil (extra virgin of course) with fresh rosemary and a dash of balsamic vinegar. So I have them both. And you?

cabbage

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