There is something about very cold weather that gives one an enormous appetite. Most of us find ourselves beginning to crave rich steaming stews and hot apple pies and all kinds of delicious warming dishes; and because we are all a great deal luckier than we realize, we usually get what we want — or near enough.
But Charlie Bucket never got what he wanted because the family couldn’t afford it, and as the cold weather went on and on, he became ravenously and desperately hungry.
Both bars of chocolate, the birthday one and the one Grandpa Joe had bought, had long since been nibbled away, and all he got now were those thin, cabbagy meals three times a day.
-Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
I’m a ‘steamed broccolini with a dab of butter and a dash of salt’ kind of gal.
A ‘grilled mushrooms with a hint of garlic’ kind of person.
Heck, I’ll even do the infamous brussel sprouts, if they’re sliced and seared. Granted, I didn’t have them shoveled down my throat as a kid, so our relationship started out of curiosity, not force.
But cabbage. Cabbage and I, we stay on opposite sides of the room. From time to time, we’ll meet when I have a taste for sauerkraut and sausage. But for the most of it, avoidance is key.
In all fairness, it’s not cabbage’s poor fault. It’s all self inflicted and from none other than cabbage soup.
High school years are pretty well blocked in my memory. There’s, fortunately, not much that I can recall. But they were painful years, where kids skinnier than myself would mercilessly tease about my baby fat, although it was just that. Baby fat, that eventually melted off during uni. The fact I had matured faster didn’t help.
‘You’ve got tumors on your chest’ was one of their many war cries.
So, like many self-conscious teens, I turned to diets in a desperate attempt to loose what triggered the teasing.
Counting calories. Liver cleansing diet. And the almighty, cabbage soup diet.
I only lasted two days tops on that diet. That gnawing emptiness, even after your sixth bowl, finally wears you down, especially as an always-on-the-go kid.
At least you can eat as much soup as you like on the diet. I could only imagine being Charlie. His thin watery cabbage soup would have consisted of very little; water, cabbage, maybe some onion, salt and pepper. And only three bowls of it a day.
Fortunately you can add a whole lot more ingredients to make it more substantial.Print