it came from delvin farms weekly share and it’d been in my fridge for over 3 weeks.  a big beautiful purple orb calling out to me, begging to be used.  begging not to be relegated to die a slow and chilly death, shriveling up little by little while i pass it by for other more obvious and less complicated vegetables like corn and cucumbers and zucchini’s and peppers and tomatoes, potatoes and even those anorexic looking string beans… my cabbage was thinking it was a goner.  it saw what happened to the okra.

and then last week i got a white one in the csa share.  and that’s when i knew the red one had to go.

so on tuesdays – my one day with some kitchen help (as in someone i’m not sleeping with), i try and cook as much as i can because i get to be creative, make a mess and then leave the room.  very spoiled brat like. very ‘why can’t this be my life 3 days a week’ like. and then i wake up and get over myself – repeating the “i am so grateful” mantra because the rumor is that karma can be a real bitch.

the cabbage got sliced up and then into the bowl went some raisins, white onion, green bell pepper, a little olive oil, apple cider vinegar, dijon mustard, sugar and since i was still basking in my curry zucchini bread – some more madras curry.  and that was that, the end result being that now the cabbage’s prophecy has been fulfilled and it no longer feels ignored or misunderstood or useless or any of those other things that a vegetable could possibly feel while living in an overpopulated subculture of farm fresh organic veggies in – of all places – my refrigerator.

and now the eggplants are calling…