The word “cabbage” sounds decidedly downmarket – about as far from the world of glamour and red carpets as one can get. It brings to mind watery Depression era broths, and dingy apartment building stair wells, filled with the unmistakable reek of poverty and strife. A bit unfairly, I think. Personally, I love the many culinary offerings of the Brassica family. Still, its name has that lowly ring to it… c-a-b-b-a-g-e.
I think something this gorgeous deserves a name more illustrative of its many superior qualities – looks, taste, nutritional content – if not its stinky smell. I have no great ideas for this proposed name change, though. Maybe I just need to start liking the name it already has, and disassociate it with the hardship label. For whatever it’s worth – this lowly cabbage was by far the most glamorous thing in my garden today.