I've finally moved into my new apartment and have so time for a brief blog.
My husband LOVES red cabbage. He loves it so much that he decided to buy two of them for us and 3 for his parents. (Yes, my mother-in-law thought it was a bit much too.) Don't get me wrong here, I like red cabbage. However, two red cabbages is the equivalent of 4 pots of cooked red cabbage. This means lots of work for me. I love to cook so normally this wouldn't be a problem, but there was a tiny flaw this time....I just moved to a new country and don't quite have the equipment to cook red cabbage. So here is how it all went down:
I stare a the cabbage and like any good engineer, I assess the problem.
I attempt to cut the cabbage in half. However, I have a 2 in knife that is pretty dull as my only sharp kitchen tool.
I fail miserably.
I take a deep breathe, regroup and I decide instead to use the grater. I soon find the 3 kg cabbage a bit too heavy and too large to manage with a grater.
I put the cabbage on the cutting board and take the dull knife and start to manually shred the cabbage.
I find this method to be slow, but it gets the job done so I continue.
About a tenth of the way into shredding the cabbage, my father-in-law comes in and observes the madness.
Ralf: I'm no expert in the kitchen, but usually doesn't one use a long knife to cut such a vegetable.
Me: Usually I do, but this is all I have.
Ralf: Oh dear!
30 minutes later....
The cabbage is shredded and in cooking in the pot.
I survey my work space, and to my horror everything is a lovely shade of bluish-purple--- INCLUDING MY HANDS!!!
Sigh...the things we do for those we love.
I <3 this post.
ReplyDelete"I stare at the cabbage and like any good engineer, I assess the problem."
This must be why I'm generally so miserable at problem-solving; I'm not an engineer. Rather than assessing the problem, my reaction to a large red cabbage would be: cabbage--->rabbit--->Brer Rabbit--->Chaucer--->Troilus & Criseyde--->Shakespeare's Troilus & Cressida.
At which point, I'd wander off to my room to read some Shakespeare, leaving the cabbage to solve its own problems. ;-)
Methinks Robyn would have appreciated the purple hands.
"Sigh...the things we do for those we love."
ReplyDeleteWe do, and you do them in a foreign country.
LOL
Kristy -- you crack me up.
Robyn would totally love the purple hands.
BTW: I no likey chopping cabbage EVAH.
Haha, I like that I'm now known as the one who likes anything to do with the color purple. Am I really that predictable?
ReplyDeleteAt least you had some help chopping cabbage in the end!
(Between you and me, I did the like the purple hands thing.)
*ahem*
ReplyDeleteI would like to point out here that I mentioned a book from the 14th century and one from the 16th century. See? I don't just read 19th century books.
;-)