Friday, 28 November 2008

We interrupt this blog...

...in honour of Belgian Waffle, because truly I am humbled to win the waffle's tremendous competition with my sorry tale of Christmas woe and misery, given that there are so many sad, miserable moments swilling around, and which memories we are all going to have to celebrate again quite soon.

But I feel I must say thank you in some suitable way. And it is with this.

Some time ago, as Belgium Waffle was shoving tortoises in her fridge, she draws attention to the medieval cabbages held therein. Well, Belgium Waffle, here is my Savoy cabbage, which sits in our office fridge, and which I keep not for nostalgia purposes, but as an offensive weapon should I ever confront a burglar intent on stealing our meagre stash of Euros (incidentally kept in the office oven).

Now what think you of this beauty?


Inadvertently, Belgian Waffle may have liberated us all. In the same way that we women can now share frank discussion about vaginal discharge and nipple hair, we can now speak cabbage. Come on ladies. It is time. Stand up and be proud. Show us your rotting vegetables.

11 comments:

Samurai Beetle said...

I just tossed a lovely rotting eggplant but my cameras in the shop from spilling tea on it.

Casdok said...

You just might find a white hairy tomoatoe in mine!!

Iheartfashion said...

I don't have any rotting vegetables (or any veggies at all), but there is a roast chicken in my fridge that I fear to look upon.

The Finely Tuned Woman said...

I just remembered that I have a carton of 3 month old yogurt in the fridge for no reason whatsoever. I'm afraid to look into it, but I think I may have discovered penicillin.

Congratulations on winning the advent calender. It was truly a horrid tale. I would like to know more about it. Could you elaborate?

Katherine said...

It's the back of the top cupboard that worries me. A number of little moths have been flying in and out on a regular basis for months. Perhaps it's the 5 year old Tahini? Or maybe the two year old 'Fea Flee' yeast and garlic powder that the cats liked for a while then didn't anymore. Or perhaps the four year old wafers of nori seaweed because we don't make sushi so much now...
I must get the stool out and have a look.

sharon said...

Congratulations on winning Belgian Waffle's prize although I'm sad you had to endure such angst.

No rotting vegetables here either, although I do have some blackish bananas in the fruit bowl that are waiting to be turned into banana muffins. However, if I don't do that today it's off to the bin for them! Shock, horror, oh the waste etc etc ;-)

Grit said...

what horrors are lurking beneath? i wonder in all of blogland who has the oldest cabbage in the fridge?

Jaywalker said...

I really do feel much better for seeing your cabbage Grit. Thank you for having the courage to stand up and admit to your rotting veg. This way liberation lies. I am wiping a tear. With a yellow cabbage leaf.

kellyi said...

We have a cupboard that we are too scared to go in because of the vegetables within.....

Mr Farty said...

"Who has the oldest cabbage in the fridge?"

That's a euphemism, right?

Lisa said...

Finally! I can share with you my unnatural need to hold on to this ginger root that has lived in our crisper since 2006.