This morning I had a purple cabbage moment. Yes, I am mad and the daftest things amuse me.
With the promise of another hot day, I took my four legged friend out early to walk through the woods. Wandering down one of our usual footpaths I turned to see an unexpected interloper and gasped. Not welcome in many places, the common rhododendron had quietly established itself amongst the birch and oak saplings. A jewel of colour lit by the rising sun in its green setting.
What’s that to do with purple cabbage I hear, apart from similar colour tones?
It’s that moment when you come across something unexpected that pleases you.
The cabbage is not a favourite with a lot of people. A heavy tightly wrapped globe. I’ve cooked it many times before but recently, I must have cut it differently. I plunged my sharp knife into the heart of the vegetable, applied my shoulder to the blade and it fell apart to reveal the purple swirling, mini puzzle of veggie, visual madness.
Too good to eat – I went for my camera. A purple cabbage moment.